It all turns out in the wash

We woke up to find the fairy fly tippers had struck in the night. Magical only in that despite it being the middle of the village green, no-one had actually seen the deed done. Only a couple of tyre marks branded into the edge of the grass showed that a van had pulled up. I took this photo of the scene of the crime and attempted to log it on the council website but obviously the webpage had better things to do than load up pictures of rubbish. Somebody else must have had better luck because 2 days later it disappeared, again as if by magic. It's difficult to say on a scale of one to ten which act generates the greatest emotion - disgust at the deliberate desecration or heartfelt thanks to our 'bin-men'.