Given all the fast-food franchises now appear open, so is littering season. I wasn't missing the piles of McDonalds and KFC detritus. I've never really understood where the McD's stuff comes from (McDonalds, ian, McDonalds!) – no, I mean, the nearest McDs is miles away. I guess people buy it, drive several miles, and then eat it here and tip the waste out of the car window. Or they eat it there, drive all the way home, and then tip it ought of the window. Also, out in the country, a mile or so from anywhere, and you'll find the remains of an McD meal.
I did recover a Pret hot drink container from the garden yesterday. Again, the nearest Pret is in Croydon and posher than the average litterer, but that's seven-ish miles away.
Fly-tipping is sadly a regular interruption on our walks. Often off main roads, but again, sometimes people have driven quite a way down bumpy lanes to dump a fridge. Surely more effort than getting rid of properly. There was one of 'licensed' waste disposal vans in front of me the other day, one flat rear tire flobbling along, and the delicate waft of freon in its wake. I don't have much faith that won't end up blocking some country lane.