Yesterday my 13 year old lass had some friends round, ages varying from 8-12 and we shoo'd them out to play in some nearby fields to play, something we've done many times before. Secure, safe, and 3-4 minutes away.
This time they asked if they could borrow my digital camera. Fine, I said. Just look after it, which I knew my little'un would.
They were approached by a local they didn't recognise walking his dog, who asked "That's an expensive looking camera, who's is it?" Naturally, she said "It's my dads" He asked, "what are you using it for?"
"Pictures of my friends and I playing to put in my scrap book and diary."
He asked to look at it, flicked through the pictures and handed it back. "Tell your dad he can get into a lot of trouble with pictures like that. He can get done having pictures of kids on his camera, who's y'dad?" They ran off.
But they ran back to me to tell me, so I've burned all the pictures to DVD, handed a copy to all their parents, printed out copies for Tots to put in her diary, and wiped them from my camera.
It just takes one self opinionated bloke in a pub after a few drinks to cause no end of trouble.
How did we Brits ever get into this position?