Episode 15 Filthy Rotten Scoundrels

Episode 15

Series investigating Britain's waste dumpers. Britain's filthiest road and how good old-fashioned policing caught three persistent railway graffiti vandals.

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Every day, a never-ending war is being waged across Britain to clean


up our towns and countryside. laziness. Just the general attitude


is disgraceful. The fact is not on their doorstep makes it all right.


If we made them clean it up, it would make them think twice. From


the tonnes of cigarette butts, dogs' mess and household rubbish to


tyres and builders' waste... Small minded people and it ruins it for


everybody. No respect for the countryside. We are on the


frontline of the clear-up and the fightback. With a dedicated team


tracking down the rogues and putting the "Great" back into


"Britain". It may harm your defence if you fail to mention...


today's programme, the amazing story of modern-day graffiti


taggers caught by good old- fashioned detective work. It was


the spray paint all over their fingers and cuffs of their sleeves.


And the fight to rid Bexhill's beaches of dreaded dog doo. As you


can see on the red area, in the summer between May and September,


dogs are not allowed on the beach at all. All that and Britain's


filthiest road. I don't think there was any rougher place in the


country than what this was. Welcome to the world of Filthy Rotten


First, we are in neath in South Wales. It's in a great location


surrounded by beautiful countryside and it's only a ten-minute drive


from the coast. But the whole area suffers from that old familiar


scourge - fly-tipping. I think it's an eyesore. It's also not very nice


for the people of the community who have to see the mess that's been


created around the area. They should give them a heavy fine.


giving my hometown a bad reputation. So there is plenty of local pride


here. And at the forefront of keeping that pride alive is a


dedicated team of local lads. Meet Leyton, Paul, Lyndon, Phil and Carl.


They are the waste enforcement team at Neath and Port Talbot Borough


Council. It's their job to track down and prosecute anyone making a


mess of this lovely area. We are going out on the road with the team


and it is a busy job. Every day, there are more reports to


investigate. First up, we are with team leader, Leyton. Today, he's


off to investigate a huge pile of rubbish that's just been dumped at


the side of the road. We are off to a dumping site now, a known hotspot


for fly-tipping. This is a pretty well-used road. It leads to the


local scrapyard, if you like. It tends to be subject to pretty


regular fly-tipping. People go to the scrapyard and they weigh in


what they can and they fly-tip the rest. The rest of the team are


already on site with the unenviable task of sifting through this


massive pile of rubbish in search of any clue as to who might have


dumped it. Found anything? No? Nothing? Just look at this. It's a


huge pile of building waste that looks like the remains of some


major house renovation dumped by a mean and selfish rogue who probably


thought no-one would see him on this secluded lane. Appalling!


is a mess, boys. Terrible. There's nappies and all sorts. Urgh, dirty


nappies?! How many doors is that? One, two, three, four? Look at that,


a bath! Looks like it might have been a jacuzzi. It's a dirty job,


cardboard and carpet and the remains of the tipper's


refreshments. Finally, a clue that at least helps pinpoint when this


lot was dumped. I have found a newspaper dated 28th July, so it is


fairly recent the stuff. Five men and an hour of digging, but


Leyton's boys are drawing a blank. But hope springs eternal in the


heart of the enforcement officer. The most mundane of items, any


scrap of paper could hold a vital clue. Receipts and maybe get


footage of them in the shop buying the things that's tipped in the


waste... There could still be something underneath. Well put,


Carl. The newest recruit to the team and brimming with optimism.


You would have thought you would have found one thing. People are


starting to wise up. Devious dumpers are getting rid of any


evidence before they tip. There is nothing here that could help the


lads prosecute this filthy rotter. Off to the next one now. Thanks,


lads. So, sadly, it is the council who will have to foot the bill of


getting rid of this lot. You are looking at between �500 and �1,000


maybe. Annoyed. Frustrated. Like I say, we usually manage to find


something within most illegal dumps. But there is no time to be


downhearted. On to another job and this time we are out with Phil.


He's been an enforcement officer for almost six years. Today, he's


on the case of a fly-tipper they have managed to identify. We are in


the Neath Valley where we had a complaint that a householder, a


lady, a tenant, had put a three- piece suite out in the rear lane so


it was just staying there. She told us she made arrangements with the


council to take it away. We found out that no such arrangement had


been made so a notice was served on her giving her 15 days to remove it.


Her 15 days are up and unless she's shifted her sofa, she will be


booking herself an appointment with the local judge. Nothing has


changed. This is the three-piece suite concerned. This is as it was


weeks ago. There's been no attempt to move it. Now, it's the afternoon


nap site for the local kittens. It's annoying and frustrating for


Phil. The woman knows she will end up in court but she has not


bothered to get herself out of the firing line. This case is quite


rare in the fact that we have had an admission that the lady has put


it there, we have phoned her a few times and tried to reason with her.


At this stage, it's not going to be removed. So she's about to force


our hand. It will be a fine and any costs we have incurred in preparing


the case as well. Next job, we are out with Paul and Carl. Paul, in


the passenger seat, has been on the job for five years. Now Carl might


be in the driving seat but he's the new boy on the block, joining just


six months ago. They make a good team. In fact, they look spookily


like one another. Oh! This is Aberavon, this is the hotspot. From


here down, you see there are gated lanes. The theory is with the


alleys gated off, only the residents who back on to them can


use them keeping them cleaner and safer. But it doesn't always work


that way. So now the alleys are part of Paul and Carl's routine


checks. OK, we have a classic Aberavon lane now. It was cleaned


on Tuesday and you will see what we are up against. Open sesame! It is


no Aladdin's cave. The place is strewn with litter. Someone has put


their bag out late. Nine times out of ten the seagulls come down, rip


open the bags and it is scattered. There's the bag. It's been ripped


open. The bag gets blown away. seagulls, cats, dogs... The tipsy


tripper! Cause of many an environmental hazard. And there's


more. The worst possible thing a waste enforcement officer can


witness - the thing they all dread - a bag where someone's mixed


recycling with regular waste! Don't look directly at it, guys. This bag,


as you can see, is plastic with paper. So it wouldn't have been


collected as it is contaminated. Overcoming their inate fear they


search for clues as to who might have committed this heinous crimes.


Not one address. This time, the arch villain gets away with it. I


am being cheeky, but the truth is that it is exactly this kind of


thing that messes up the place for everyone else. We will take this


home with us rather than sending the boys back. Direct action and


problem solved. We will be back with the boys later on their


relentless quest to tidy up Wales. Now for a story that would have the


Fat Controller up in arms. It's a problem that causes massive delays


and countless cancellations across the rail network. Yet it's not ice


on the track or the wrong kind of leaves. This is a story where the


pen is mightier than the weather. We are talking tagging. To you and


me it is graffiti. To some kids, it is art. It costs millions every


year to clean up. It's a big problem. It costs us �3.5 million


every year to clear it up. We should be spending that elsewhere


on the network. It is not just a case of elbow grease to get the


paint off the trains. This is one of our main cleaning rows at


Bedford Train Care Depot. We have a unit that's been graffitied


recently. As you can see, you have some residual paint damage. The


vinyl has been damaged here and paint work's been damaged. So what


we have got to do, we will have to replace all the external vinyl, the


livery, on this train. That will cost us �37,000 to do this one


coach. What?! �37,000 for one single coach? That's more than the


average annual wage. A lot more! I am gobsmacked and with 20,000 miles


of tracks, 2,500 stations and thousands of bridges and tunnels,


the network is one giant canvas. Graffiti doesn't have a place on


the railway. It makes people feel unsafe. It makes people think the


infrastructure is not being looked after. It is unacceptable. In the


eyes of the law, it is a crime. Let's call them what they are -


they are criminals. They are committing a crime. If they are


trespassing, they risk a fine of �1,000. As John knows only too well,


a fine is the least of the vandals' worries. At Cricklewood Depot, we


had a graffiti attack there and a train was fully coated with paint.


Unfortunately, the graffiti artist got hit by the paint as it left the


depot. In that occasion, the graffiti artist was killed


undertaking what he was doing. The risks are really real. It's a


terrible story and it makes it more surprising that vandals would


strike in the dead of night. This is a tale of modern tagging caught


by good old-fashioned detective work. It started with a nightshift


for PC Bevan of Cambridgeshire Police. This is the middle of no-


where and this car was parked up by the bridge. A parked car in a lay-


by? I bet we are all thinking the same thing! Could be a couple


necking, who knows. We better check it out. So we stopped. Had a look


at the car. Nobody with it. It was unusual that it had spray paint


cans in the footwell which I thought was strange. So ran some


checks via the police computers, all come back OK, all insured,


taxed, MoTed. So we thought we would head into the village. Later


the same night, he came across the car again and this time the driver


and his mate were inside. PC Bevan checked their ID. All fine. But


there was something not quite right. It was the spray paint all over


their fingers and cuffs of their sleeves, and even on the shoes.


much for the theory of a lovers' tryst, there was something more


suspicious going on. The story they were giving us changed a few times.


It started with, "I have picked him up because he's had a row with his


girlfriend." So lovers' tiff as opposed to lovers' tryst. Well,


their story just kept changing. Then it changed to, "We have come


from Cambridge where we were muralling a legal graffiti site."


So two or three different stories. It kept changing. It wasn't enough


to go on but PC Bevan had a hunch about this case. He got the boys'


details and returned to where he found the car. When we pulled up at


the bridge and opened the car doors, we could smell paint, solvent, so


we looked around with torches, looking in bushes, and came across


a rucksack that had been left abandoned, not wet, so it had been


there only a short time. That rucksack contained spray paint cans,


a digital camera which we had a quick look on and had pictures of


graffiti on them, black woolly hats, gloves, pens, markers. We explored


further down the embankment and the inside of the bridge was full of


graffiti. Bevan alerted the British Transport Police. A couple of days


later he received a call. I got a call from an officer from London


who was very interested in the males that we had stopped and also


the tags on the cameras and the piece of paper that I had seized


off them which was Kush, which was the tag. Kush by name, not so


cushty by nature! These boys had form and their tag was already


known. Sergeant Tubbs at the British Transport Police was on the


case. We had been looking at patterns of criminal damage in the


area of Cambridge and one of the tags that was found to have been


sprayed on the railway bridge that night was significant to us.


Sergeant Tubbs had seen the tag before on railway property and was


already hunting the vandal. His hopes were raised when PC Bevan


told him the boys had green spray paint on their fingers the night


they had seen them. It was like a paint swach, a perfect match to


some graffiti on a train carriage in the area. There had been


reported damage at the Cambridge sidings which is not far from where


the two had said they had been painting on the legal graffiti wall.


The paint on their clothes was a dead giveaway, it was the same as


the paint on the trains and enough to arrest the boys and search their


homes. We managed to retrieve clothing with paint on, balaclavas,


gloves, graffiti spray cans. The general tools that a graffiti


vandal would use to commit crime. Incredible! They hadn't thought of,


well, covering their tracks. The green paint had already linked them


to one night of vandalism, what the team found next would provide vital


evidence to another crime. This picture was taken from one of the


suspect's walls. This newspaper cutting here is a press release


from the local police asking for information for criminal damage


that had been done to a hotel building in Cambridge city centre.


They were saying vandals had climbed high up on to the hotel and


dubbed three tags. So proud of their own work, these boys couldn't


help but keep a newspaper article about it. They were collecting


their own evidence! This to me represents memorabilia, a trophy,


which the vandal would keep in his home to celebrate that he's got


some sort of attention regarding the damage he's caused. I think


it's one of their flaws. They keep evidence and they do make our job


easier because once we recover the materials, they really do put


themselves in the crime. The boys hadn't just been collecting their


own evidence, their stash of photos implicated a notorious graffiti


vandal known to the police as Mr Big who until now, had remained at


large. That tag was Big which is quite a dominant tag in Cambridge


at the moment, or certainly was. Big's days of tagging were over too


and all three were about to get the attention they deserved. The boys


might have dreamed of being Banksy, but in reality they were bang to


rights! The evidence against them was overwhelming. As much as they


wanted to try and defend themselves from all these crimes, they had no


choice but to plead guilty because the evidence that they had was


significant enough for them to plead guilty at court. And guilty


they were. The three of them were handed a whopping 6 50 hours of


community service and ordered to pay over �6,000 towards the clean-


up of their handiwork. That is what Now, we all hate litter and we all


really hate graffiti, but what we all really, really hate is this...


But I found somewhere where you can stroll free from worry about where


you are treading. Where the air is fresh and the pavements look like


this. Welcome to the beautiful, the fragrant, the spotless Bexhill-on-


Sea in East Sussex. It wasn't always like this. Rother Council


used to get lots of complaints about dog poo on the promenade.


don't like it when other people leave dog excrement around. It


gives dog owners a bad name. As a dog owner, you tend to be tarred


with the same brush. That is unfair. So I think I get very cross with


dog owners who don't clear up. dog owners were getting fed up. So


they brought in this man, Robin Emery, environment enforcement


officer, a former policeman and dog owner. Dog fouling is a particular


problem. It's something that upsets the public a lot. It's very


annoying. I'm a dog owner myself. I'm a responsible dog owner so I


don't take kindly to people who let their dogs mess and walk on and


leave it for somebody else to step in. So how did Bexhill turn around


its foul fortunes? Well, quite simple. It banned dogs. OK, I'm


exaggerating. What it did do was restrict where dogs could go during


the summer. We are on Bexhill seafront and this is controlled in


the summer months by local dog control orders. There is one of the


signs. On the red area here, in the summer between May and September,


dogs are not allowed on the beach at all. Simple and effective. In


most other places dogs have to be kept on a lead. Today, Robin's on


pooch patrol on the prom making sure everyone knows that rules is


rules. If we see anybody contravening any of the regulations,


I have a fixed penalty book and I can issue a fixed penalty notice


which will cost them �50, if they pay it straightaway. �75 if they


are late in paying. If they don't pay it and challenge it, we can


take them to court where they can get a fine of �1,000. Ouch! That is


enough to give you PAWS for thought! This message is getting


through to the local dog walkers. This is just about the local dog


control orders in the summer time. You have your dog on a lead, so


that is not a problem. Also the dogs aren't allowed on the beach.


know. That's fine. You are aware... Thank you very much. You know about


the local dog control orders in the summer time? Yes, only certain


parts of the beach. That's it. 54 to 77. Yeah. All right. Thank you


ever so much. Thank you for your time. It's 54, up by the Sovereign


Light Cafe and then up to 77 which is up... You can go further over?


You can. See how brilliantly this scheme is working, all the people


Robin is talking to know the rules and crucially no-one's complaining.


There's lots of responsible dog owners who know where to have the


dogs on lead and where not to. There are still some who don't.


Well, there will always be some filthy rotten dog owners who refuse


to scoop the poop. But there's really though excuse. One of the


other things the council has done is to put in extra bins for dog


waste. There's one every 70 metres, all the way along the seafront and


they are emptied every day. What a service! Everyone's a winner.


Nobody likes the job of picking up dog waste. For me, personally, and


my team, it is the worst job. Since the dog bins have been put down


here on the promenade, there's been quite a transformation in the


amount we are not clearing up. what exactly does quite a


transformation mean? Well, since this scheme started at the


beginning of the summer, it has been a four-legged runaway success.


Since then, we have had no reported incidents of dog fouling on the


esplanade. Not a single complaint about dog poo, what a result! Man's


best friend is just that again at Bexhill. Now, everyone likes to be


beside the seaside! We are out on the road again in


South Wales with the Fab Five. Waste enforcers dedicated to


keeping the place clean and tidy. Our next job is with Lyndon who is


checking out a report about a mattress just dumped on the


pavement. There is nothing more rewarding than catching a serial


fly-tipper and so they get their comeuppance in court. Lyndon is a


man with a passion. He lives and works here and genuinely cares


about the area. I live in the village just outside Swansea so I


travel in so I come to the area with my children, so it's pretty


much a two-pronged thing for me. I want to keep the area tidy for the


residents and for my children to enjoy it, too. We have come to pick


up the routine call. As I have driven into the street, next to the


Mermaid's Fish and Chip Shop, there has been a bed mattress dumped.


Looks an old mattress. I was up here yesterday, it wasn't here, so


we will have a look at this. That's going to have to be removed quite


quickly. It is next to the fish and chip shop. So if somebody sets fire


to that, we will have some problems. It is hard to miss and more than


just a trip hazard. Who would just dump this at the side of the road?


Eagle-eyed Lyndon has spotted something that might give him the


lead he needs. I don't know if you can see, there's a camera, I'm


hoping we will get CCTV of the offender depositing the mattress.


He is straight on to the case. I love this man's enthusiasm. But he


will have to contain himself a bit longer. I have spoken to the lady,


the manager has got access to the CCTV. He's not going to be in until


2.00. So I have left my card with her. He's going to ring me at 2.00


and I will pop up and have a good look at it. Fingers crossed the


cameras come up trumps for Lyndon. There is nothing like a bit of sea


air of rooting around in rubbish, but this is no stop for a paddle


and an ice-cream for Paul and Carl. Just like in Bexhill-on-Sea, dogs


aren't allowed on the beach in peak season. Unlike at Bexhill, not


everyone is so well trained. We did do some of the beaches yesterday.


There is another reason for enforcing the rules. Aberavon beach


has Blue Flag Korean beach status, something they treasure and


obviously want to preserve -- clean beach status, something they


treasure and obviously want to preserve. Shame about that blot on


the landscape - they call it England! You cheeker


whippersnapper! I think I deserved that after my weather comment.


lot of people don't take any notice of the signs. Cute and fluffy pet


pooches maybe, but if they are going to threaten Aberavon's Blue


Flag status Paul and Carl need to keep up their dog patrols. I can't


see much, Carl. No dogs on the beach. All clear. All clear.


dogs? No dog owners? This must be the quietest day of the year. I


don't envy the ice-cream van man today. At least a Blue Flag status


is safe. Back with Lyndon in Neath, the highest law in the land has


complained because local residents have been putting their rubbish


over the road at the courthouse instead of outside their own homes.


The court pays commercial rates to get rubbish removed so they say


their neighbours are costing them dearly. We have had evidence from


them relating to one of the properties opposite so we will call


to the property now and have a chat with them. But the residents say


they are trying to be helpful, putting their rubbish where there


are already big bins instead of cluttering up the narrow pavements


outside their houses. So Lyndon's been called in to do a bit of door


knocking. I have had a complaint regarding waste being presented in


the car park or outside... Tell us where we are supposed to put our


bags. Outside your property. sounds like Lyndon is the one


getting the telling off! present them outside of your


property. Yeah. Who will clean them up... We will remove them on your


designated day. That is where the binmen came so I thought it would


be easier for them to pick them up from there. It's been taken by


their commercial... Hang on, there's someone else who wants a


word, too! Do you put yours over there? Yes. All the drunks will


kick them. Yes, what's been happening... That's what we do.


When the rubbish gets kicked all over the road, the council will


have to clean it up. I appreciate that. We can't have waste presented


within the commercial waste because they are getting charged for it.


Your concerns are the fact drunks are kicking over the bins? Yes.


will ring you at 2.00. No problem. No problem. I will tell you where


to put it! Thanks for your time. That was below the belt. He is only


trying to do his job! We will be back with the Fab Five later. And


there's more pain in store for Lyndon. It is infuriating. I'm a


taxpayer as well. We are paying for this in the long run. No need for


it. I'm taking you for a drive in the countryside. Look at this. It's


a drive along what became known as Britain's filthiest road. For the


past 15 years, Norwood Lane in Peterborough has become a dumpers'


paradise and a local eyesore. Norwood Lane is very untidy. Looks


a real mess. Why do people do that? You would see rats running past. It


was disgusting. There were mattresses, old fridges, sofas, and


general household clutter. rubbish up to here, right across,


it used to come down in this fashion, all the way. Right out up


to here. This is the bit of road you had to travel on. Besides


vehicles, they used to run up the bank. That was from the top right


the way down, right the way down to the bottom. Unbelievable. Harry


Grant lives on the travellers' site at the end of this road. As you can


see, they take pride in where they live. For years, he and other


residents had complained about the state of the lane they had to drive


down to get home. Their cries for help fell on deaf ears. So last


year, they decided enough was enough. And they called in the big


guns. A year ago, I had a letter from the local MP and attached to


it was a letter from some local residents from a travellers' park


in Peterborough. I read the letter. It was saying they were living in


appalling conditions with fly- tipping blighting their lives. They


included some photographs that they sent showing the examples of the


sort of fly-tipping that was happening. You can see from this


photo there's children's toys here, so somebody who has had a house


clearance and a big clear-up has brought it down or paid somebody to


bring down the rubbish from their house and tipped it on the lane


where these people live. There's rubble from houses that have been


knocked down where they have picked the bricks up and put them down.


It's affected the road because the rubbish goes into the road and it


makes the paving difficult there to drive on. Here, appalling, asbestos.


Lots of asbestos. There are young children that don't know what


asbestos is that would be going up, they could be touching it or


playing in it. It is very frightening. Asbestos?! What kind


of person thinks it is OK to just dump this anywhere? Let alone on a


road leading up to a place where children and families live. The


shameful list goes on. Bottles, tins, glass, dead animals, sheep,


chickens, even cows' heads. We picked up 24 needles that they had


been using, whoever had been using them, they were put into a bag and


they were dumped in the middle of the road out here. Everything you


can mention, from top, from here, down to the end. I was shocked to


see how bad it was and I phoned up the gentleman who contacted me, Mr


Grant, and he explained it had been going on for 15 years which seemed


unacceptable. I don't think there was any rougher place in the


country than what this was. years! No wonder it was called


Britain's filthiest road. It wasn't just the travellers who were


suffering. For the local Fire Brigade, this lane had become a


trouble hotspot. Norwood Lane used to be one of our regular customers.


We used to get called probably five or six times a week. It was a


regular thing. We would always get called out to fly-tipping, lots of


rubbish, tree cuttings, quite commonly that would involve gas


cylinders as well. It's a terrible story, isn't it? The Fire Brigade


called out almost every day of the week and residents being put in


danger, even ambulances couldn't get past! My father-in-law - this


will be 12 or 13 years ago - he had a stroke on the site. Now because


the road was that bad, we couldn't get a ambulance down the road. We


had to take him over the bridge to the ambulance. That road was in


such a state they wouldn't come down it. Even after all this, still


nothing was being done to end the fly-tipping. The residents felt


like no-one was listening because they were travellers. I think they


probably felt at that time that nobody cared, that they weren't


treated as other citizens were treated, that their local


neighbourhood was nothing like other local neighbourhoods within


the city. Whilst they paid rent on their properties, they paid council


tax, tax for employment they were in, they were not treated equally.


You would never see this in a main street in a council estate what


there was down here. You would never see that. Unfortunately for


Harry and his neighbours, some Peterborough residents were


convinced it was the travellers themselves who were doing the


dumping. One of the problems was that when ever fly-tipping occurred,


there was a strong feeling it was the travellers from the park that


created the fly-tipping. The people on the site was getting the blame


for it, which I kept telling them it wasn't the people on the site.


It was the people that was coming from miles around, from Corby,


King's Lynn, from Wisbech, they were coming from miles around to


fetch their rubbish here. What is more astonishing about all of this


is that the council tip is just half a mile away from this lane.


Why weren't people taking their rubbish there? Well, apparently,


once the queues at the tip got too long some shameless rogues decided


their time was too precious so would drive to Norwood Lane and


dump their rubbish there. Disgusting! The lane became filled


with so much junk that some people even thought it was part of the


official council dump. The only way to stop these terrible tippers in


their tracks was to catch them red- handed. Enter Wayne, the wonderkid


with his box of tricks. These cameras enable us to get 360


degrees all the way around the van. We have a pan, tilt and zoom camera


that can see up to 200 metres away. We have a front camera which


monitors everything that is coming in the front and also one at the


rear so that we can track vehicles or people or anything that's going


around the van. Some good old- fashioned surveillance. I love it!


It wasn't long before Wayne's magic eyes came up trumps. These were


some of the guys he caught on camera. Take a close look. They


have spotted the surveillance van and are now quickly loading stuff


back on to their truck pretending to be here for a spot of spring


cleaning, are we? Nice try! Evidence is being used with


Peterborough City Council to take people to court with the aid of


still photographs and videos that we have collected for them. So far,


evidence from the covert camera operation has led to four fly-


tippers being prosecuted. And more importantly, has stopped anyone


else dumping stuff here. So now it's just a case of clearing the


road and after 15 years building bridges with the travelling


community. I feel proud of the fact that working with the traveller


community we have been able to create this beautiful really


environment in which when they come home, when travellers come home


from work at night, or go to work, they can pass through on their


daily routine and it is a very special feeling to be able to feel


that somehow we have made a difference. I think it is beautiful.


It is lovely. I'm very pleased that it's happened. You know, a lot of


people kept saying to me that this wouldn't happen, you will never


stop it. Don't matter how much you try, what you do, what you don't,


you will never stop it. But I want to prove them wrong. And proved


them wrong you have. It is a great result and finally Peterborough has


lost the dubious reputation of being home to Britain's filthiest


road. Back in Neath, Phil has something pretty filthy to sort out


himself. He's on his way to a housing estate north of Port Talbot


where there is a dumper not heeding a warning. Having spoken to the


gentleman, he has confirmed he has put the building waste outside and


it was going to be an indefinite period before he could remove it.


So what's happened is a notice has been served on the gentleman giving


him 15 days to remove the waste and basically it is a check to see


whether the waste is still in-situ. Surely the legal threat will have


pushed the fly-tipper into action? No. The rubble is still sitting


there. Basically, we have four industrial sacks full of rubble.


There is a black sack which is full of the same contents. What normally


happens is I put a file together and it goes to our legal section


for a prosecution. You are talking about a fine. There will be


substantial costs, too. So the scoundrel could end up with a fine


much higher than the costs of removing this rubble in the first


place. The fool! The team are not giving up. Lyndon is out in the


country after a call about a fly- tip. This area is popular with fly-


tippers. They said there's a large fly-tip in a rocked area just off


the lane. We will see what's there. Urgh! Look at this. Everything


including the kitchen sink. Look like a house clearance, ranging


from kitchens, lino. It is quite a substantial fly-tip. This is


disgusting. Whoever did this clearly just drove up here and


dumped the lot without a thought for the countryside or the poor


soul who has got to go through it by hand. That's you, Lyndon. We are


photographing things like carpets so if we have a potential offender,


we can try and link the carpet to That's all photographed now so what


we do now, I get some gloves on and we will sift through the waste to


find some evidence. That's full of soil. Looks like a large roll of


underlay, this. Unfortunately, these tippers know a thing or two


about hiding their identity. If you look at this now, this is somebody


that's probably pretty streetwise here. What they have done, they


have torn off part of the delivery packaging, in all probability


that's containing a name and address. So they probably season


tip these lot. That's something guaranteed to wind Lyndon up.


excuse, is there? If it's domestic, you have council-run skips, we will


take it. Commercially, a lot of the time the members of the public pay


the people for supposedly tipping of it legally. This unfortunately


is the end result. It soon becomes clear that this lot didn't come


from a domestic dumper. Definitely from a commercial premises, this.


Even after three years in the job, Lyndon can't understand why people


do this. It is infuriating. I'm a taxpayer. We are ending up paying


for this in the long run. Absolutely ridiculous. No need for


it. I have to say I'm impressed with the amount of effort Lyndon is


putting in to going through this lot. If only it equalled results.


That's all bags of soil again. Again, no evidence there. So I have


been through it all. There is no evidence here. We will have to get


cleansing lads up with the lorry to remove this and hopefully there is


something underneath it. You are probably looking at several hundred


pounds both to remove it and dispose of it legally. It's


infuriating. So sadly another unsolved case for the enforcement


team and Lyndon's not a happy chappy. These people are criminals.


There's no two ways about it. There's a cost both to the


environment and there's a cost to the authority and in turn to the


taxpayer. So they are criminals. The Fab Five have had some success.


Phil's lady with the sofa in the back alley admitted guilt and will


be fined at least �200. The council had to remove the furniture. The


building rubble was moved at the last possible moment so the threat


worked in the end. But poor Lyndon, the CCTV near the dumped mattress


only covered the road in front of the shop. Not the parking space


where the mattress was dumped. Better look next time, mate. It's a


rotten job but luckily there's a whole army of people working


Britain's filthiest road; how good old-fashioned policing caught three persistent railway graffiti vandals; and we follow a team of environment enforcers in Neath in their tireless fight against fly-tippers.

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