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Just how illegal is fly-tipping?

I live in a house containing 6 flats which stands on it's own next to a railway line pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The reason I asked the question is because as a result of our isolation from civilisation a plague of rats has invaded the little shed where we keep our bins.

All week I've taken down my bin bags only to be scared off by the scuttering of at least 14 rats in the bin-shed and so I took the bags back upstairs. I've done this at all hours. In the dead of night as I leave for work (4am usually) is just too scary, they've leapt out on those occasions.
I even did some reading up (OK, it was Wikipedia) and saw that rats were supposed to be nocturnal but at 1pm they were still there, running to and from the sewer grid.

Now I know what day the bins are collected in the neighbouring villages, surely it's not wrong for me to just place my bags near the communal set-down points on the High Street is it?

All this to avoid possibly coming face-to-face with something the size of my foot. Come on though, you'd be the same!

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