Friday evening and a very pleasant relaxed campsite has been turned into an urban shanty town that would not be out of place in Bogota (no disrespect to Columbians who are trying to make their capital better).  How can the previous picture turn into this in the space of two hours on a Friday night?

They fought the dogs and killed the cats

And on Saturday we find goalposts and a football in our pitch (that we had paid for all of):

They think it’s all over – oh, we wish it was.

Dreadful parenting, squawking brats, and everybody thinks they are Messi.  They are not: they are just annoying, spoiling everything, and breaking campsite rules.