Re: Travellers
I agree with you Cinderella. I loathe them.
Years ago, in the village where I lived, there was an official travellers site about a mile down the road.
They were a constant menace in the village. Everything had to be nailed down.
Once I remember a tree surgeon working in a posh house's back garden. He left his chipper out the front of the house. When he brought out the next lot of branches to put through the chipper - it had vanished.
They threatened me and my Dad once. They all stood round us with stones and rocks in their hands ready to aim at us, I was scared stiff, and frightened they were going to hurt my Dad as well. They said they would find out where we lived.
They could often be seen at night creeping about with their dogs and lamping in the field behind me.
Loathsome people, and a law unto themselves. Even the local cops daren't enter their site.
I've had them come round here, where I live now too.
Always trying the same cons like offering to tarmac my driveways/moss on my roof/any tree work/any old iron etc.
I am very nervous of them and wish they sod off and leave other people alone.
And don't even start me on how they treat their animals!
One strange thing though. A friend of mine used to have to go down their site to teach their children. I remember her telling me they were surprising moral. For example, the little gipsy girls weren't allowed to play in the caravans with boys unless an adult was there. There were more surprising things, but I can't remember them all now.