Trippers
'Sometimes I find it hard to be tolerant. Standing by the falls— a famous beauty spot—I overheard a sightseer expressing his admira- tion for the scene. He was one of a party of five who stood together looking down through the trees at the rocks and the frothing water and, as he spoke, his friends agreed that the sight was " grand,"
proper lovely." When, they had said this, they one by one got rid of their ice-cream cartons in the way that most trippers visiting this place seem to have; they let them fall over the wall and tumble down the slope until they lodged among the debris of sticks and cones, where they kept company with a litter of cigarette packets and a few score of similar cartons. I have watched hikers and family picnics In beauty spots in North Wales and I have been surprised at the pains they take to leave the country tidy, but the tripper who comes out of the industrial towns seems to have no conscience. When he has seen a place he is finished with it.
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