MAY I respond to the letter in the Gazette & Herald penned by Karen Garrett (May 13), with a warning of what will happen when anti-frackers make camp?

Yes, initially the main core of the protestors will be local residents, farmers and local businessmen/women, but they will very soon have to return to a normal working life to keep their money coming in. What will be seen from there on, is what I can only diplomatically describe as those who have chosen to be “full-time job seekers”.

I am a member of a sporting/hobby club which is based in Barton, Manchester. The access to the facility is via Barton Moss Road, the site of an anti-fracking protest camp from about October 2013 to May 2014.

This was not occupied by local people, but the sort of people seen at Greenham Common/Newbury bypass/Twyford Down/Winchester Crossroads etc, anarchist wasters living off the taxpayer.

This lot will be very hard to move on. The council have less powers to do so than with the other unwanted “visitors” we see in the summer months (you know the ones, fancy caravans towed by white vans running on red diesel).

When the council responsible for Barton did eventually get an order to move them on, the litter left took dozens of wheelie bins and several weeks to clear up and the human waste deposited in the adjacent fields/ditches took much longer to clear.

The stench was unbearable. It entailed weeks and weeks of fresh straw being laid to mop it up. Even now if you linger near the entrance gate you can get a whiff of that (and fresh straw is still being laid).

The protestors living there for those months were the pond life of society, with manky dogs and living in untaxed vehicles, banners proclaiming them to be, “lesbians against fracking”, those smoking cigarettes which contain zero tobacco and the majority of them under the influence of alcohol and/or other substances most of the time, very aggressive when trying to access our facility.

So anti-frackers, get on the “soshall meeja” and invite this lot at the peril of all Ryedale residents, it will cost us a fortune to police, shift and clear up after them.

And to Martin Rivett, it won’t be a case of “wake up and smell the coffee” but one of wake up and smell the poo.

Neville Eyre, Kirkbymoorside