Tomorrow is Good Friday, and if things were normal, the town would be heaving with visitors. The park would be full of people walking their dogs en route up to the prom, eating in one of the many cafes, visiting the pubs and restaurants (what few we have actually) and for those self catering in the umpteen caravan parks, stripping the supermarket shelves bare.
Oh yeah, that’s happening anyway.
Hubby was walking Maggie this morning and saw two strangers coming out of the park.
They were ‘large’ people as they took up the width of the pavement and made their way to the restaurant/bar by the chippy.
Both were closed, with signs up to say that they would remain so for the foreseeable future. Hubby said the two seemed surprised and a little miffed.
Coming towards him was a lady who lives in the next road with her little dog. She’s a chatty and friendly person normally, but Hubby said she was far from it today.
‘Bloody tourists!’ she said from about 10 feet away. ‘Wish they’d bugger off home! We don’t want them here! Can’t they see the town’s shut?’
Hubby nodded in acknowledgement and agreement as the two started making their way towards them. He went up on the grass but the lady stood her ground as they made no effort to avoid her.
‘Social distancing applies to all of us you know!’ she shouted in no uncertain terms.
Apparently they turned off back into the car park.
We are seeing this, a few people coming into the town and expecting things to be ‘normal’.
The local radio stations have all sent out regular messages that the resorts here are closed and for people to stay away, but some aren’t listening. There is nothing to do here as all the entertainment arcades, crazy golf, fairground rides, pubs, gift shops and eateries of whatever description are closed. Yet they come and stay in their chalets, caravans or holiday flats, bored stiff at being unable to do anything other than watch a different telly, shower in a different bathroom and wash up at a different sink.
I saw some yesterday evening when we went shopping, trolleys loaded with beer, wine, crisps, TV dinners, snacks, ice cream, pizza, as well as several cartons of milk, loaves of bread, veg, fruit and everything else for a weekly shop, when we know of residents who cannot get anything.
We were able to get hi-fibre cereal, rice cakes and cranberry juice (all apparently not that popular), but there was no root veg, and what was left of the fruit was bad quality, damaged, or stuff we don’t have or simply can’t afford.
I’m not saying I know everyone in the town (some 12,000 so that would be a novelty!) but I do know a lot of faces from playing darts, Slimming World and walking the dog since our arrival in September 2017. Outsiders have a different body language and air about them. Many have no respect for our town, not clearing up after their dogs and leaving litter in their wake. We tolerate it because it’s good for business, and know it is only for a few months.
It’s different now. There is no business open, and our tolerance has slipped several notches because of their selfishness and disregard for our well-being.
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