Well this morning I confronted 3 fly campers following a night out on Wales's big hill, Snowdon.
I'll start at the beginning.....
After a day at work and realising I wouldn't make it out for the Solstice on the 21st, I thought I'd get out on Friday night. So a 40 minute drive to the car park at the start of the Rangers path up Snowdon.
I wasn't on my usual bike of choice as it needs a bit of work doing before next weekends Jennride, so I was on the Bucksaw with a small rucksack with kit.

Onwards and upwards on the newly surfaced gravel path to the bottom of the zig zags where I was making a right past Llyn Ffynnon y Gaws.


On my approach I went past a large tent with young lads outside faffing with a fire/BBQ. I said my hello and went on by up to Cwm Clogwn where I pitched my tarp just above Llyn Nadroedd.

It was a great spot looking towards the setting sun and looking the opposite direction up to the summit building were people flocked through the evening.


A good nights sleep was had despite a few loud shouts from the young un's 1 km away as they got excited hearing their echo!
The morning cloud lowered a little as I made an early back up so I could get off the hill before 9am (Voluntary ban exists).

This is were it changed....
As I was making my way down back towards where the lads where, I noticed them walking away from their campspot.
Hmm, I thought? What are the chances of them leaving no trace......
You can see where their tent was

Bin bag filled with cr@p

BBQ

Not even semi skinned!

So I was pretty peed off by this point. I was on the bike so couldn't take it with me. I thought I'll soon catch them up on the way down.....
Sadly I didn't see 3 young lads walking down as I made my way down past the hords on their way up the hill.
However as I got to the car park, we had 3 lads, 3 very big rucksacks and looked like they'd just been out.
"Did you have a good night" I asked.
"yeah it was ace. Did you ride past us last night?"
"yes I did" I replied.
I went on "By the way, you seemed to have left a bin bag full of sh!te hidden behind a large boulder along with others bits of what you carried up"
They turned and looked at each other in shock/amazement.
"Do everyone a favour lads and get your ar$es back up there and carry your waste down. We don't have the bin men emptying the mountainside every Tuesday like back home you know!" I said.
"Mine are down on a Wednesday" said the lad with his top off laying on the ground with a smirk on his face.
"Don't get funny with me pal" I sternly said in my dad/tutor/bricklayer tone!
One of them apologised and said he'll go back and collect them.
I went on "Well if you don't, I'll be giving the Warden a photo of your reg plate and you can deal with them as it's littering!"
Blar blar blar of me telling them to respect the outdoors and that they had carried the stuff up there and that they had just left it for the seagulls to spread everywhere.
There was a good audience too but no one else intervened.
I stopped off at Beddgelert where I reported them at the Wardens office.

I'm hoping that one of them did make his way back up and has now got another thought process for the next time they go out. Like I say though, I'm hoping.......
Education is needed desperately for these idiots. Personally I think it should start in the chav outdoor stores

I should add, there were too many witnesses to wrap a front wheel round their heads!!