Silly English. A couple of forestry sized bulldozers, a few guys in masks at the controls, a few hundred feet of 20” link dragging chain. Ta da ... no more caravan park. A few imperial gallons of petrol later ... ta da ... not even any litter to clean up. Foof. Gone.
Easy enough to coordinate for a 3am exercise ... oops, local cell phone network accidentally went down ... several really large prison buses seem to be missing ... large barge seen leaving Southampton late at night ... unexpected sinking in Tunisia harbor leaves people stranded ... the odd case of the villagers without any citizen records at all.
See, problem solved, gyppos hoist on their own petard. Cost? Write it off as an infiltration/extraction exercise for the Royal Marines’ anti-terrorist brigade.
I like your thinking Drew.