We live beside Barry Buddon Army Training Centre. Today, Dan and I were coming back with the dogs; the level crossing gates were down so we waited. On the other side of the crossing was a coach bound for the camp. As we watched, a woman got off the bus with a carrier bag, walked away, then came back without the bag. We walked over the foot bridge and as we approached the bus, which was full of kids, we could see that a bag of vomit had been placed against the fence.
I approached the bus and asked the driver if that was a bag of vomit that was lying on the ground. The woman appeared, wearing some sort of Army cadet T shirt, and said "It was leaking. It will all leak out." I was livid. I walked back to the house, got a bin bag and walked back to pick up the bag with the intention of giving it back to he "not leaking" but the bus had gone. I binned the bag
I have tried to call the camp but have had no answer. I will be trying again. If the gatehouse had been manned, I would have presented the bag to the guard.
Dan thinks I should let it go and they won't give a stuff anyway. Am I becoming a "Daily Mail" reader?