We’ve had a quiet day, pottering about in the garden this morning, doing the housework, that kind of thing, so this afternoon Hubby wanted to get some compressed sawdust for a project and the local pet shop seemed like a good idea…………………. NOT.
Because Maggie has been suffering with her feet and arthritis, it was too far to walk up, so we took the car. That was a mistake.
Trying to find somewhere to park was like hens teeth, but luckily we know a little back road and were able to park in a space about 100 yards from the High Street.
PEOPLE were everywhere, few wearing masks, none giving social distancing an airing, and I don’t think I have seen so many burgers being demolished by so many people all in one place, and that includes McDs. I’ve seen chimps at Monkey World’s feeding times tidier eaters.
Hubby got what he wanted and was on his way back to the car when we were surrounded by people with pushchairs, dogs and tubs of cockles as they were getting into their vehicles either side of us! Hubby waited some distance back.
We’d just pulled away and immediately had to do an emergency stop when a toddler ran out from the official car park in front of us. The look we got from its parents would’ve curdled milk.
Driving up towards the beach to get home a back way, it was solid, pedestrians assuming they had every right of way and striding out in front of us without looking. On the High Street itself, tourists were teeming on both sides of the road, burger stalls and ice cream stands being busy with face stuffers. It was horrible. I can never remember holidaymakers like this, and we’ve been grockles in a fair few resorts ourselves over the years.
Hubby dropped me off by the park so that I could walk Maggie a little way, and that was busy too. I kept to the grass rather than pavement and my phone rang. Hubby was coming to join us, and we met up just past the bridge. There was evidence that someone may have had roast duck for dinner judging by the amount of feathers everywhere. No way was that natural moulting.
Seems there was a fight on the corner of our road when Hubby turned into it, hence his call and coming to meet me. From his chat with the guy in the pet shop earlier, one of the pubs had the police called to it last night because a fight had broken out. None of it locals, and this particular pub, though a bit on the rough side as a rule, hadn’t had any trouble in it for well over a year.
What is the matter with everyone? It’s as if common sense and good manners have been replaced with hooliganism and anger. Come to the seaside and enjoy yourselves by all means, but leave your animosity and tempers behind. We don’t want it, don’t need it, and certainly don’t want to see it.
I will not feel safe in the town on my own during the day for quite a while now.