Pitch Repairs

My sincere apologies for not posting a blog update before now. I'm sure there are thousands of you hanging on my every word and awaiting the fate of the two night wardens. Yes, when I left you last time I was about to find out what was about to happen, now that the season had died down slightly.

Well, after a long discussion between Alex, Archie and myself at the weekend. I can now exclusively reveal what is going to happen. Ready? OK, then here goes. Archie finishes up on Sunday morning and that leaves me on six nights until sometime in October. So you can get your blog-fix until then. Aren't you happy?

On with the other news now. As the site is practically empty, the day wardens have been taking that opportunity to get the annual pitch repairs done. Obviously with a high volume of tents pitching up on the same patch of grass repeatedly over the season, the ground does show some wear and tear. So much so, that large parts of various camping fields have been closed off to allow for this necessary maintenance work to be carried out.

Despite the fact that there were signs asking people to 'keep off' the area, I did notice one male parking his mpv on the grass. Right on a pitch which was under repair. I asked him to move the vehicle as the area was closed off. His reply?

"Can't you do that in Winter when there's no one here?"

Well, this area is prone to snow during the Winter months, and as common sense would tell you; snow isn't exactly ideal grass growing conditions.

Either the site has become the home to a family of door-closing ghosts over the past few nights, or someone doesn't want to get a draughty-arse when they are using the toilet facilities. I lost count of the number of times I had to open and re-open one building's toilet doors. The first time I did it, was at the female toilets. I opened the main door and then the internal one. I was quite surprised to see a teenage male standing there with three female accomplices. Questioning his gender issues, I sent them on their way.

Later that night, after I had re-opened the toilet doors for the fiftieth time, I spoke to a group of three male ex-squaddies. One of them was more inebriated than the others and wouldn't quieten down. I had to speak to this tent on several occasions before calling Alex out. He had a word with them and after half an hour, they quietened down.

Last night was exceptionally dull. The rain couldn't decide whether it was on or off all night and I was left to wander the entire night not knowing if the rain was about to start.

After I had opened the main gate, I went back to the office and had a quick cup of coffee. Well, I almost had a quick cup of coffee. I had just made the coffee and placed it on the desk, switched the TV onto BBC News24 when a van drove past. I knew it wasn't the hygiene van which comes around to empty the sanitary bins on a weekly basis, so I decided to go and have a look.

It didn't take me long to spot the van, so I went and had a quick word in the driver's ear. I enquired as to what he was up to and he informed me that they were going to pitch their tent and go climbing. I informed them that the Reception opened at eight and to take his transit van back round to where he had been sitting. He did so, which is nice, and he also managed to do it fairly quietly without disturbing any of the punters.

Before I clocked off, I went into Reception and asked the receptionist how long they were staying. They're here for two days. There better not be any more shenanigans from them, otherwise they'll be leaving earlier.

That's all the news for this post, back in tonight and it looks like the weather will be pretty reasonable.