Stephen wrote:I do support the "right to roam". However, as with every "right" comes an obligation; in this case to behave responsibily. So many people who talk about their "rights" forget the second part of the deal.
Should not the "Right to roam"be amended to "the right to roam respectfully" ?or would somebody have to teach them the meaning ?
And what about the people who move to the country and complain about cockerels crowing? If you move near a church you would expect to hear bells ringing. Or are some people just so ignorant that they just don't make the connection? We have a lovely set of bells in our village church but on one occasion there was a complaint from a house nearby about them ringing for the Christmas midnight service.
Why is it that Townies who move to the countryside do not understand the word 'Hay' or 'Silage' when they walk their dogs and picnic in fields that are obviously aware to all the bumpkins that they are for that purpose. We get people who come out for there Sunday day out and they cannot understand why we are not standing at our property gates with straw in the corner of our mouths. Strangely when a bank holiday comes up there is an enormous increase in the amount of 4 x4''s that drive into the local garage, park on the forecourt, then go for a walk around the village don't buy anything but cause total mayhem and cannot understand when somebody from serfdom has a go at them. JB.
Grrrrrr, these tractor boys are up at the crack of dawn and last to bed at key times of the year, they produce our food, milk and make the countryside work, I think anyone that lets a dog c..p in a field, moan about the bells or the smells should have to spend a fortnight with these hardworking farmers so they know what a good lot they really do have.
Compo - totally agree with you, but instead of a fortnight, I'd make it a whole winter, up in the dark and the frost & snow, milking the cows, and doing the lambing. The whole problem is that most of us have become so totally divorced from the reality of our food production that the connection has been lost. Maybe all our milk bottles should be labelled "Be grateful. A farmer had to get up at 5 a.m. in the dark to milk the cows to get this bottle to your breakfast table."
I'm planning to walk a bit of right to roam land tomorrow, mind you the only crop it grows is Grouse - I don't think the sheep get to the bit I'm going to. The Tour of Britain is passing by, I live just to the West of the route near Lowgill between two King of the Mountains tops at Tatham Fells and Cross of Greet so I am going to walk to the Cross of Greet and hopefully bag a vantage point where I shall be able to see the climb and the descent. I think the main field going down the wiggly descent could be quite a sight.
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Just an update of the joys of renting ground adjoining a new housing estate.
We have just started trying to lift our potatoes (Maris Piper) and as my son was bent over hitching the lifter to the tractor he was aware of a group of youngsters who have been annoying the villagers by riding mini-motor bikes up and down the streets when they can’t get into the fields. As he climbed into the cab they all started throwing stones at the tractor many of which bounced off the windscreen, all thrown from the safety of a footpath the other side of a rhyme.
My son was so incensed and shocked by the incident that he rang the police from his cellphone. A fat lot of use that was, so he tried to remonstrate with the youths only to be greeted by a mass of two fingered salutations and other foul gestures together with the familiar intelligent cry of our ever more qualified youngsters of “come on then, if you think you’re hard enough”, all confidently said from the other side of the stream. The lowlifes then all sloped and crawled back to their holes within the new housing estate.
Now I’m quite aware that there are many descent hardworking law abiding citizens living on this estate, it’s just that I have yet to meet any of them.
I’m afraid that I was brought up in a very different time when if you decided to murder someone then your neck swung in a noose, if you were violent than you were birched, if you stole then you went to Borstal and if you were too bad for a normal school then you went to an Approved School. The choice was yours; you either behaved or paid the price.
Sadly it all went wrong many years ago; does anyone else remember the Policeman down in this part of the country from Minehead, who was suspended for giving a youth a thick ear. He deserved a medal and his politically correct liberal lefty bosses should have been the ones dismissed.
Still, what example of fair play have our young to follow when our Political leaders expect our patriotic youths to loose their lives in the fight against terrorism whilst at the same time releasing the biggest terrorist who killed so many of the innocent, then what example have our youth been set?
I remember during the war and I had this leather bomber jacket and my mother said to me and my mates pick up as many windfall apples as you like boys. I filled my bomber jacket up and we all climbed over the back wall of the orchard straight into the arms of the local Bobby who told me to go down on all fours who then grabbed me by the ankles and shook all the apples out and then gave my arse a good tanning. I told my mother and all she said was 'well that was for all the times you didn't get caught!' It's now well over 60 years ago but do you know that every time I think of it I feel aggrieved. Like now! He knew me, he knew where we had all come from and who's apples they were but to him we were still stealing in his eyes. Today that Bobby would more than likely lose his job. I reluctantly admit that probably my mother was right. JB.
I don't think I annoyed anybody with my roaming - not the best of pictures but they show the breakaway approaching the summit then the main field descending.
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