
Some things you can't even freecycle....
Well, not once you've set them on fire...
The UK's battle with fly-tipped vessels reached new heights last night after a fishing boat was set ablaze in northern England. Tyne and Wear Fire and Rescue Service said they had been called to a quarry in the area after reports of a fire and found a burning boat on a trailer. A crew from #SunderlandCentral Fire Station have …
Its always in the same spots, theres a little hidden Cul-de-sac, at the end you'll frequently find dumped beds, couches, fridges etc etc... actually somebody even left a caravan!
What frustrates me, it happens so frequently (at least 1-2 times a week), that it would be worth the effort to setup surveillance (just some hidden cameras) for a few weeks, to identify the constant perpetrators - Then jump on them all at once! It might be costly, but it will get the message out.
This is purely because of the extortionate costs of dumping rubbish at the council owned tips.
They cannot grasp the simple fact that the country is on its arse still from 2008 and people WONT pay the exorbitant fees charged to remove fridges, mattresses and other white goods.
Particularly if you turn up to the dump in a van, then its "commercial" waste which costs even more to dispose of.
Only have themselves to blame.
Councils are penny wise and pound stupid, they consider saving a few pence in the immediacy a greater success than saving pounds further down the line.
To be honest, I don't think you've ever been able to dump a speedboat at the local tip, even if you offered to pay for it. If you are the scumbag owner who is thinking of fly-tipping, the best way to rid yourself of an unwanted boat is simply to scuttle it at sea and make sure you go down with it as it sinks.
If you are the scumbag owner who is thinking of fly-tipping, the best way to rid yourself of an unwanted boat is simply to scuttle it at sea and make sure you go down with it as it sinks.
Or scuttle it and claim the insurance. Win-win. Boat's gone and money on the pocket. I've heard of car owners doing that here in the States.
"I've heard of car owners doing that here in the States"
Not just in the States. Back when I lived in the leafy Home Counties, there were a couple of locals reminiscing at the pub. Someone brought up the weather, which led to the drought of 1977, which led to one of them leaning back and saying "Yeah, I thought I might be in trouble back then. I remember driving past Staines Reservoir and I could see the aerials of all the cars I'd done insurance jobs on"
This is purely because of the extortionate costs of dumping rubbish at the council owned tips.
I wouldn't go as far as to say purely because of that, but it certainly doesn't help.
Our tip runs to £3/bag for rubble. A small task of pulling out a 70s fireplace ran to £30. For £60 you could rent a small skip (delivered & collected to/from your house!) which will take 35+ bags, so that's undoubtedly a tidy earner for them.
Of course, the tip is run by the County Council, fly-tipping is the responsibility of the District Council... if the County Council had responsibility for fly-tipping, they'd likely find the overall costs tipped in favour of encouraging people to bring stuff to them...
theres a little hidden Cul-de-sac, at the end you'll frequently find dumped beds, couches, fridges etc etc... actually somebody even left a caravan!
Shh! That's where Julian Assange is planning to hide out when his current hosts have finally had enough of his charming company.
Around here the main offenders are from the local traveller "community" and they keep a watch on their preferred dump site. Nobody wants to set up cameras because not only will the cameras be destroyed but the vehicle used by the people that place them may have an accident involving at the least keying and at most mysteriously catching fire.
@K
Sme here,... the route to one of my regular dog walks starts near the entrance to a disused school, down a cul-de-sac. There's often fly tipping by the old school gates. Addly, most recently, an '02 plate BMW has been abandoned there. I checked it out on the https://www.gov.uk/check-vehicle-tax web site, and it's taxed and MoT'd so no clue why it's been left for getting on a month now. The lady (we call her 'The Oracle' because she knows all the local gossip) that lives at the end of that road reported it to the Police,.... and all they have done so far is give it a parking ticket (as it's on double yellows).
Thunderchild.
The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod figures. Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays and melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart.
Lashing ropes and smashing timbers
Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck
Dashing hopes for our deliverance
As we watched the sinking wreck
With the smoke of battle clearing
Over graves in waves defiled
Slowly disappearing
Farewell Thunder Child!
Slowly disappearing
Farewell Thunder Child!
@Volands right hand
Counter pedantry alert:
While the Spanish Armada of 1588 was at anchor near Calais, the English navy used fireships to cause the Spanish to cut their anchors and scatter out of formation which allowed the English to close in and attack.
The only firing at Trafalgar was of the "Shoot, Bang, Fire" variety.
A shipping container? Nah. This is REAL fly tipping: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-england-london-36033602/fly-tipper-dumps-three-tonnes-of-waste-in-south-croydon-road
Scumbags.
Edit: Argh! I can't believe I linked to a Flash Only version of this vid... Sorry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOKLXrXI9Ig
Re: disposing of rubble
Around these parts, they run it through a crusher, grade the output and sell it as sand or gravel for fill.
The same is done with old paving material. Also sold as a base for paved roads, bike paths, etc.
// one man's trash is another man's treasure
If you’ve got the money to buy a boat, you’ve got the money to dispose of it...responsibly. TCO.
If you’ve fallen on hard times, tough titties. You should have thought of that...and, at worst, give it away for free.
I think tip rates and conditions are perfectly fine and reasonable.
You don't know boat ownership. Buying a boat is very cheap, people almost give ratty old boats away... If people fancy the idea of speeding round the water with the wind in their hair and bikini clad beauties on the foredeck it seems like a very good deal. But what the new owners find out very soon is that owning and running a ratty cheap boat is even more expensive than owning and running a new flash expensive boat, and so its soon back on the market very cheap, and hey, you can hardly give them away, the cost of disposing it legally is about twice what you paid for the boat and the wife is whinging about the lump on the drive and...
Ah! He had a woman's legs! I'll wager those legs have never ...
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
– And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
‘My father! must I stay?’
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound –
The boy – oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.
There is a nice BOAT on my commute, I use it on sunny days when not in a hurry.
Once saw fly tippers drive in as I left. Next time I see one I am going to bully them into the mud so they get stuck then drive off.
Or take pictures and get them to follow me, and of course they would get stuck!
Those are the sort of roads Solihulls finest can deal with errant vans, especially when in groups.