A few weeks ago I mentioned that a group of 'Those Who Travel' had stopped travelling in early November, and had set up home in the middle of an access road leading to an as yet unused section of a local industrial estate.
Those Who Travel managed to contain their wanderlust throughout the months of November, December, January, and February - gradually taking over the Queen's highway and gracing it with scrap iron, rubbish filled bin bags, and some trotting rigs.
We who Don't Travel were rather bemused that these jolly wayfarer's were allowed to pile up heaps of scrap metal without any finger wagging from Mr Plod - but we realised that they were a Minority Group and that it was probably written in the Bible, somewhere, that they must be allowed to turn the area into a rubbish tip, and that anyone who objected must necessarily be a thoroughly nasty bigot.
So, Those Who Travel continued to be left in peace to practice their traditional way of life - an interesting aspect of which was the setting ablaze of an ancient Yew hedge (probably some sort of religious rite)
Then, in the first week of March, Those Who Travel hitched up their caravans and took to the road - leaving the local Council to send five men, one digger, and one tipper truck to clear up the remains of the settlement. After a full day's work, the men had almost succeeded in restoring the place to a semblance of its former condition - and it has to be said that one hardly recognised the place without the piles of scrap car batteries, heaps of scrap household appliances, and the decorative trails of toilet tissue that festooned the bushes.
All seemed to be restored to normality.
Until today!! - when another group of Those Who Travel arrived on the spot! (presumably, after reading a good write-up of the place in last month's 'Tinker' magazine)
So, here we go again - Those Who Travel will take advantage of the space provided by the 5 hard working Council employee#s, and will heap up mote piles of sh*te - which are worthless to the uninitiated, but which are sacred objects to Those Who Travel.
In a few weeks or months, the 5 trusty workmen can return, and start to clear up again.
One might almost think that Those Who Travel ate taking the p*ss!
Those Who Travel managed to contain their wanderlust throughout the months of November, December, January, and February - gradually taking over the Queen's highway and gracing it with scrap iron, rubbish filled bin bags, and some trotting rigs.
We who Don't Travel were rather bemused that these jolly wayfarer's were allowed to pile up heaps of scrap metal without any finger wagging from Mr Plod - but we realised that they were a Minority Group and that it was probably written in the Bible, somewhere, that they must be allowed to turn the area into a rubbish tip, and that anyone who objected must necessarily be a thoroughly nasty bigot.
So, Those Who Travel continued to be left in peace to practice their traditional way of life - an interesting aspect of which was the setting ablaze of an ancient Yew hedge (probably some sort of religious rite)
Then, in the first week of March, Those Who Travel hitched up their caravans and took to the road - leaving the local Council to send five men, one digger, and one tipper truck to clear up the remains of the settlement. After a full day's work, the men had almost succeeded in restoring the place to a semblance of its former condition - and it has to be said that one hardly recognised the place without the piles of scrap car batteries, heaps of scrap household appliances, and the decorative trails of toilet tissue that festooned the bushes.
All seemed to be restored to normality.
Until today!! - when another group of Those Who Travel arrived on the spot! (presumably, after reading a good write-up of the place in last month's 'Tinker' magazine)
So, here we go again - Those Who Travel will take advantage of the space provided by the 5 hard working Council employee#s, and will heap up mote piles of sh*te - which are worthless to the uninitiated, but which are sacred objects to Those Who Travel.
In a few weeks or months, the 5 trusty workmen can return, and start to clear up again.
One might almost think that Those Who Travel ate taking the p*ss!