Similar problems in East Yorkshire - a largely arable farming area, particularly where I am. I have an inward groan at the sight of crops fallen over the path, particularly oilseed rape, but just enjoy the thought of extra cake-calories I burn up thrashing my way through, similarly when the path crosses a freshly ploughed field - clod hopping is a great leg workout. I just see it as a temporary "pleasure" of walking in the countryside.