When the rubbish bag was full last night, I tied it off and decided to put it outside in the annexe, as it was a bit smelly. Later, I put another bag of paper with it, ready for Steve to take this morning.
This caravan park has a huge skip near the front entrance and there are no small rubbish bins around the park. Newcomers are confused by this and many complain. In fact, it's quite useful because it helps to keep the flies away. Many people use the walk to drop off the rubbish as their daily constitutional. The truth of the matter is, that as it's such a huge caravan park, there would have to be hundreds of bins and a full time employee to empty them.
Well, this morning, Steve went out to the annexe for the bags and they were gone. He hunted under and around the van, in the unlikely case that a strong wind had blown them away. We tried to devise some scenarios but nothing good came up. It was rather unlikely that thieves had come in the night.
Later in the day, Steve told Neville that our rubbish had been stolen. Neville believes that he has the answer. A blue heeler dog has been snooping around for years, scrounging for food scraps. We have never seen it but it's the only answer that makes any sense. But why didn't the dog tear open our bags looking for food? There was no litter anywhere.
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