Freedom campers
Just wondering if someone can explain please, why it is that on Sunday morning (January 8) I had to see a huge line of washing strung between two native trees in Anzac Park . . . clearly owned by the freedom campers completing their ablutions in the public toilets there?
And by the time I got to Montgomery Square the lady behind the counter taking money off us ratepayers to use the toilets was laughing as there were so many people in there also using the facilities like their own home, teeth, washing and such. It beggars belief that this is allowed to happen. It’s my town too. peace. While most of us enjoy communing with nature, we also respect our camping spot, and leave only our footprints.
When we use the term ‘freedom camping’ , we’re not thinking of congregating with dozens of others in a concrete, inner city carpark.
Perhaps you could run a competition for readers with a prize for the best new name to describe this new style of holiday.
The only bit that applies in the current name is the word ‘free’. non-recyclable packaging to be used, shaped cardboard can do the job. In France, when one buys electronic goods like TVs, a charge is made to cover the re-cycling disposal of the goods at the end of their life. night. Yes, mother was away for a couple of days and so these mindless morons gathered on the side of the road for pre-event boozing, some only stopping momentarily to relieve themselves amongst the bushes across the road.
Clay Aldridge states that they gather for the fun, camaraderie and the opportunity to slash tyres. Oh really!
Their juvenile philosophy appears to focus on making as much noise as possible and to annoy as many people as they can, in the meantime taking crazy driving to a new level. Firstly, a wheel spin on the driveway, mother will be pleased when she gets home.
Then a side slide up the road followed by a major spin on the road resulting in a nuclear blast type mushroom cloud of smoke, much to the consternation of motorists travelling down the road. Around midnight, just to finish off the fun and comradeship, a prolonged series of doughnuts by the Saxton field entrance. What a mess on the road.
Maybe one day they may all grow up to be reasonably mature adults but we won’t be holding our breaths will we?