Poachers, Teenagers and Pools of Vomit

Well, it's been a quiet few nights on the site with nothing of note to report on the blog, I'm afraid. The only thing which happened was a punter who decided to park on the grass (after Alex speaking to him about not parking on the grass and subsequently, myself reporting the punter for parking on the grass) only for me to find his car parked up outside his tent. . . you've guessed it, on the grass.

So I managed to get his attention and asked him to park in the parking bays provided. I left him half an hour and upon my return, I found that he hadn't parked up on the grass or in the car park, but on the main access road to the sewage plant. Thus effectively blocking several cars from getting out of the car park. As he had gone to bed, all I could do was report him to Alex in the morning. One punter took half and hour to manoeuvre out of the tight space opposite the guy's car. He then spotted me and told me. Luckily he wasn't angry, just very jovial about the scenario.

I then spent the night tracking down a group of five teenagers who were loitering on the site. When I found them, I was fairly firm with them. They were in the children's play area, and had moved one of the benches over to the swings. I asked them to leave, and when I saw that they weren't going to put the bench back, I politely reminded them that as they had moved it there in the first place, they should move it back to where they found it. Which they did, without any complaining or strop-taking.

The next night, Archie told me that they were on the move again. So I went off on my own and found them in a large group near their tents. I was even stricter with them than before, as I didn't want to spend the majority of the night chasing round after a group of love-struck teenagers. I told them that they had five minutes to get into their tents and be quiet otherwise they wouldn't be leaving the next day, but there and then. They got the message and within fifteen minutes, there wasn't a sound coming from their tents.

Archie had spotted them leaving the gents toilets, after being sick and missing the toilet bowl by a country mile, so I decided to be strict with them.

Just outside the campsite, is a river. The river is owned by the company and is classed as private property, and as such, fishing is not permitted. I could hear voices from the riverbank, so I decided to take a look. There were three males on the rocks next to the river with a rod in the river. Directly under a tree with a "No Fishing" sign. I advised them to take the rod out of the water otherwise they would find themselves in Police custody for the night. They were very apologetic and seemed pretty genuine to admit that it was a mistake, so I gave them the benefit of the doubt. However, the next morning, I spoke to one of the river bailiffs and told him of their pitch number and he agreed to have a word with them.

This is my last night off, and it's back to work tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have something to blog about then.