I grew up around Romany gypsies. There were various local families. Most had bought their own land but still lived in vans.
Romany gypsies and modern eastern European Roma are completely different people. Thy may have a very distant racial connection but culturally they're worlds apart. Though I'm sure someone will be along to tell me I'm talking rubbish. That seems to be how things work.
The ones I knew would be seriously offended if you called them travellers. Some of the older folk were distinctly dark - hair, eyes and skin, and they were given to using old gypsy words and phrases.
The young lads who were my age I counted as friends. We knocked about together, went to the same pubs and generally rubbed along OK. There were a few ding-dongs but that usually involved excess beer and competition over some girl. Hardly unique to gypsies.
The old man, the "Boss" was quite a character. Hard as nails, fond of a punch-up (especially with the police) but he was also quite a laugh and was always friendly to us youngsters. Sometimes you'd bump into him in a pub slightly the worse for wear, often after a day at a horse sale, and in fighting mood. But he never ever picked on us youngsters who he knew. If he was in that mood he'd just wave us away and say not now. I'll say one thing for them. They were never bullies. Any of them would go toe to toe with any man. But there'd be a challenge and unless that challenge was taken up, nothing happened. They never went throwing their weight about or picking on people. Which couldn't be said for certain non-gypsy lads. If gypsies from outside the area turned up at our local and fancied a dust up with us gorgias, our local gypsy mates would intervene and stick up for us. "Oh no you don't. This man's a friend of mine" etc. They were rough and ready but decent lads at heart.
The big man's wife was the epitome of the traditional Romany gypsy. Eyes as black as coal, black curly hair and enormous gold ear rings. She was also extremely house proud. Their van was immaculate and whenever I was invited in for a cup of tea I got her best bone china cup and saucer.
I used to sell scrap lead to them when I worked in the roofing trade. They paid a fair price. The lads I knocked about with are grandads now. Still living in the same place. Still regulars in the village pub and mix in fine with the locals.