On Thursday 26th I drove back to Wales to pick up the group from Rhos y Gwaliau but I had apparently fallen out of favour with whatever gods control our motor ways, the traffic was dreadful and by the time I got there I knew I would be too late to have dinner with the group. On my arrival I found that the last couple of days had been spoiled by bad behavior of the group in general, initiated by one particular individual.
This is not the place to go into more detail but it is enough to say that the next few hours left me feeling very disappointed that the group had failed to get the full benefit from what should have been a wonderful adventure.

I was forced to have very harsh words with the group and was able to re establish a little order enough to enable every one to get a decent night’s sleep before the long journey home. My experience in the police has shown me the type of home that some of these young people come from but I also know the direction they are going and this really saddens me. So much so that the feeling of despair has not yet left me and I really don’t know how the wonderful people who work with these children full time,cope.

The journey home was a constant battle for order in the bus and as I was driving I was unable to do more than maintain a safe progress. What with the heat and the traffic it was not a journey I was sorry to finish.

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