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The Battle of Parking in which the year-long residents struggle to find a spot to rest their wheels. Personally I take to two wheels (motorised, I'm not a complete idiot) to avoid the nightmare of finding a parking space.
The Battle for the Streets. For some reason holiday makers seem to thing that a) they are indestructible and b) the normal traffic regulations have been suspended for the duration of their visit. Since all these visits overlap in the high season months the towns in Purbeck seem to become pedestrianised by democratic vote at this time and the normal pavement-street delineation is put on hold.
The Battle of the Beach where interesting territorial tribal rites take place and strange behaviour abounds. At what stage in our evolution did someone think 'Hey, here's a stretch of sand with people, some of them quite small people, sitting/lying/standing shoulder to shoulder, let's play football/frisbee/any activity involving hurling projectiles long distances to inept catchers'.
So the towns are invaded by people on foot and the countryside is invaded by people on bikes and people on foot and people in cars all with the view that Purbeck is a great big playground, and so it is. Much of the area's economy depends on this annual influx and its attendant cash deluge but things seem to be changing and not for the better. People are ruder, more aggressive, demand more consideration but offer less in return. What was once a minor but acceptable irritation is rapidly becoming unbearable. All this seem to be a function of an increasing population density in every sense of the word. Too many people to the square mile and too many thick people.
It's been know for some time that if you cram rats into smaller and smaller cages they eventually start to eat their own young and all sort of aberrant behaviour is initiated by overcrowding. My own young are too big to eat but some of the younger, tenderer offspring on the beach are beginning to look extremely appetising.
