While we’re on about legalities…
While we’re agonising about whether to break the law in England and Wales and trying to work within the current legislation and being bombarded with accusations that a minority problem element will ruin wild camping for everyone, over on the other side of the fence the landowner/gamekeeper combo are at it again, poisoning the countryside.
This behaviour has a long history and indeed is indoctrinated into a lot of landowners. What isn’t profitable, isn’t allowed to live. Osgood MacKenzie, that Victorian headcase and layer of waste set the trend by slaughtering everything in his way. His legacy? A few wind blown trees in the middle of nowhere. Thanks Osgood, you twat!
I think if I was wild camping “illegally” and was confronted by the oafs who run this latest borders shameful estate, I’d forgo Dawn’s legal advice and offer some advice of my own to the twat.
“Eat my fist, pal!”
January 28th, 2008 at 2:31 pm
Oddly enough, I have only had two run ins with ‘landlords’, both in Scotland. Once in Glen No, camped up near a bealach with a landrover track below. A landrover came up late in the day and a guy came striding up, “What are you doing camping on my land?” Here I may add, this pompuos idiot was English. Although I come from sassanach regions, I consider myself part Scots. Basically I reminded him that not many years previous if had said that he would have probably lost his head. Another time was in the Cairngorms in the middle of winter. Again, it had been decreed by the local landowner. Dawn
February 28th, 2008 at 6:06 pm
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