Ah, the campsite conundrum: to socialise or not to socialise...
It happened to us on Friday, at an utterly lovely little campsite in the Welsh borders**. Amazingly for the bank hol w/end it was almost deserted. So as soon as we'd pitched up - making full use of the space so as not to crowd in on the be-tented family up the hill - Mrs VD thought it proper to say a brief hello to our neighbours, en route to the loo block. And I said a few nice and respectful things about their shiny Landrover Defender, as the bloke was an obvious Landy geek.
To cut a long story short... after their 10-ish year boy old had come down and spent about a hour playing with our dog which was tethered next to our van, and telling us every detail of his school, his football team, where his local park was in relation to his house, etc etc, his parents drove past on their way off site into town. They called out of their window a cheerful "It's okay if he hangs around with you for a bit, yes? His granny is up in our tent, if he's any trouble..."
Well, no, actually, it wasn't okay as it happened, we were just getting our barbie lit and cracking open a bottle of nice plonk for a quiet sundowner... but what can you say to the rear end of a Landrover as it speeds into the distance?
Moral of story: on a campsite you can't grow a big Leylandii hedge between you and your neighbours, so just be careful before you encourage them too much...
** Bredward Farm, on the east side of Hergest Ridge near Kington in Herefordshire. Highly recommended. Although if there's a Defender parked up at the top of the hill, you might want to give it a miss,