Well, for all sorts of reasons I won’t go into, we’re in the process of moving from this one and taking up another. Over the past couple of weeks I’d been going down to the old hut to remove our stuff. Today was the last day, when I’d remove our last few bits and pieces. A couple of items of camping gear. Buckets and spades. A couple of old styrofoam boogie boards.
Except, when I got there, I found the doors smashed in, and most of our few pitiful items stolen.
The same drunken oafs who did this tipped someone else’s beach hut from the prom and onto the beach – and ripped out and destroyed a bench seat at the top of the cliffs.
Clearly, there exist people – if you can call them people – who are so stunted, so dead inside, that they cannot create, they can only destroy. There are well-meaning people who would say that people do this because they lack opportunity – but after decades in a country in which people have worked very hard to extend opportunities to all, there remain a few who piss on their own chances.
I would say more, but I think I should stop now before I demand the return of the death penalty.