I am surrounded by pirates who speak a language with no vowels , and drink coffee , they are armed with ugly wenches who they threaten to deploy . It’s like DFS on Boxing Day sales everywhere.
May I suggest you move to Pen Y Parc and stake a claim before the carpark overflows into it. Run the generator unsilenced until I get there. The presence of my hoisted Jolly Roger will dissuade further entry as they run to secure their lockers and women. Be warned I may not have enough water to cross the bar this evening and you may have to hold the fort on your own. It will be lonely, dangerous and dirty work but with any luck when they hear the Stoke accent as you yell at them they will think your boat is full of barking hounds and put them off. Or you can wait for me, we can form a small marauding party that can sidle up to any pioneers and raft up to them. That usually clears the field pretty quickly too.