Its busy and the calls come in on a regular basis. From one job to another, keeping busy but with the distance to go I will need some luck.
A small village has its peaceful night shattered by the smashing of a window and unwanted visitors trespass within someones home with intent to steal.
Response are left to deal with the domestics. To sort out the lives of those who cannot sort out the slightest of problems without involving half of the community as well. The likes of Kyle and Springer played out to the world on a daily and nightly basis.
By the time I get there, after they have grabbed some small items laying about they are gone. Over walls and fences, through gardens until they work out where they are and get to their car.
I get a track and the dog does well, even after 30 minutes. We follow the same path, over the walls and fences, through the same gardens, up a lane until we reach the road where the burglars have left their car. The tell tale signs of fresh oil on the road mark the spot and some discarded miscellaneous paperwork discarded in the night.
We were close, but not close enough.
The next call comes in. A car has gone through a fence into a garden, the offenders have run off. Another 25 minutes till arrival. Another unfortunate wait till the Dog Support is on the scene and the offenders are long gone. Another track, along a road from the garden, into another road and another and another, then nothing. It is just like someone has been beamed up and vanished.
The next call comes in. A large fight outside a house on the Britannia Estate after unwanted guests have been thrown out of a party. Both groups know each other and decide that it is all the fault of the Police when they turn up. Funny how this happens. It has quietened down by the time I get there.
Back up response who have stopped someone who is wanted and has warnings. I park up and move off after getting the thumbs up that they are OK.
Another call, out in the sticks, where I was patrolling earlier. An alarm call to accompany the phone calls of the newsagents shop window being put in. A couple of shady characters have been seen running away carrying bags. They are not doing the laundry and as likely the target will be fags and tobacco. A car is heard to speed away. No make model or colour and yet another track with no make model or colour at the end.
A couple arguing loudly outside a phone box, a woman screaming, the sound of a car alarm going off, a prowler in a garden that turns out to be some playful badgers, someone has come home worse the wear and lost their keys. What are the Police doing about it ?
It will soon be time to go home. Mileage and refuel after the last walk around the trading estates before the journey home.
Another night has gone from green to red.