In the woods

We were litter picking this morning.
Picking up the detritus of other peoples unthinking ignorance.
They drive their vans and cars through our pristine country lanes, wind down a window and vomit out the remains of their Maccy-Dee and Costa plenty.

Take it home people! Put it in your bin! The mice don't make a house out of it! It will stay in the hedge for a thousand years.