One of the places around here we like to visit on a sunny day is Bretton Country Park. Well I have fallen out with them a bit, they upset Amy on sunday with their jobsworth killjoy attitude.
Amy wanted to play with her kite. This thing was less than a foot wide. Tiny. After about 10mins of messing around she finally got it airborne. That is when a member of staff came marching down to where we were stood waving a copy of the rules at us telling us we had to stop. Immediately. Apparently kite flying was against the rules and if we had come with that in mind we should find somewhere else.
OK, rules are rules, but why single out a 6 year-old with a kite when there was a lot worse behaviour going on between where she started off her march and where we stood. Any number of transgressions were on her way. Could it be it was easier to tell off a six year old and her father rather than face the more dangerous looking drunks and their vicious sheep-worrying attack dogs?
It was ok for louts to be drinking lager, blaring out music with their boom boxes, kicking balls about, climbing the trees, throwing crisp wrappers in the water, swimming in the river and wacking stones with a nine-iron but amys little pocket kite was just too disturbing for them it seems. Perhaps they feared a legal liability if the kite was to swoop down and knock one of the chavs disposable barbecues over? And apparently walking around later we found out that using the sculptures as furniture and/or climbing frames was quite ok. All this happened in full view of park staff with walkie talkies and official uniforms.
Ah to live in England.
As I say, rules are rules. Despite the £3 parking fee we probably will continue visiting, it’s a nice place even if the staff are a bunch of cowardly fascist jobsworth killjoy cocks.
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