Twenty years or so ago I wrote an article in The Evening Press about the travelling people. I knew that some folk wouldn't like it.
I didn't, however, expect the storm of vituperation and vilification that it aroused: It came in the post, on the phone, in the pub, in the cafe, in the street -- even in the workplace. Almost all of the bouquets contained a question: Would I care to live near them? My answer was simple: I had lived very near them for many years.
About twenty yards north of our house there was a little road that was in effect a cul-de-sac. It was well sheltered from the north; a stream ran nearby -- it was ideal for an encampment.