I'm enjoying the pastime of following the trails of others, who do not step off the righteous way, estimating the footfall and their confidence to stray into 'Private Land uchhk',
sorry referring to it makes me choke.
Now I do not condone the carrying and use of wire cutters, but a recent foray along someones trail led me to a boundary fence with a top barbed wire fence cut and bent back enough for climbing over and the pig netting below had a square cut out to allow a dog through. I photographed for my collection of 'Rural Pursuit's images'. And before the 'Landowner Appeasement Force' on this forum shout vandals. I did wonder if the Estate Game Keeper may have done the damage, to ease the way through for some of his overweight city gunnies and their beaters. It is a boundary line after all. 50 yards down the same hedgline, a new privacy notice sparkled in the sunlight. Facing out into the field owned by the son of a scrap metal dealer (nice chap, looks after his tenants), who had made a fortune out of ex. WD dealings, the double barrelled named Estate owner (thick as 5 shortplanks and ex magistrate), who married the previous owner's only daughter, whist he was an apprentice at Rolls Royce, is adept at bedecking the countryside with proof of his status.