Dawlish = 2 problems 1) Bored Teenagers (often disrespectful) 2) Dog Muck Why not combine the two for the answer - get the bored teenagers to do something with dog muck! Pick it up, dispose of it, put it on the gardens of old age pensioners, put it in small bags and swap it among their friends (like conkers)
The other evening I was walking along Marine Parade as a train passed by and was struck in the face by a large quantity of ammoniac-smelling liquid streaming from the underbelly of a railway carriage. Should ratepaying Dawlish Citizens have to endure such 'Golden Showers' ? As a compromise, I recommend renaming the thoroughfare 'Urine Parade'