posted on Aug, 21 2018 @ 10:07 AM
Theres one more thing, and I missed the edit window...
I live in a semi-urban environment. Just a few miles from here, there are woodlands and farming areas, but for the most part my life is spent on
concrete, asphalt, and other forms of paving. I am surrounded by modernity and artificiality on a near constant basis in my normal, daily comings and
goings. I remember when I was a child and on camping trips with my parents. We used to visit places, like Hastings, and various places in Wales, as
well as Mersea Island, near Colchester.
We camped at proper campsites and so on, with shower blocks, but we also camped out on fields owned by farmers, who would rent out space to campers.
Some of these places were so beautiful, so remote, that if I had dropped even a gum wrapper on them, I would have felt like a total bastard.
Climbing the mountains of Wales, walking moorlands, exploring woodlands and investigating ruins on the side of remote hilltop roads, is a total
departure from the dirt and greyness of the every day life that I had been living, and still live. There is something so freeing and wonderful about
being surrounded by verdant hills, trees, animals of the forest and even livestock. I would hazard that I have never had a bad day out in the
countryside. Now, the festival I go to is in a rural area, on an estate which is part of the grounds of Catton Hall in Derbyshire. It would be a
beautiful place to walk through at any time of the year, and is sometimes used for animal husbandry of a sort. This year, there were droppings from
what was probably sheep or something similar, in evidence, so I imagine that whatever normally resides there, is moved off for the duration of the
festival, and bought back when the music, people and their stuff have been removed, after the festival is done.
I would feel awful if something I had left somewhere, anywhere I have ever pitched my tent, were to wind up harming an animal, or the natural habitat
in any way. I do not want to be responsible for a beautiful place, becoming less beautiful over time. I want to leave my campsite the way I found it,
a welcoming green pasture, absent the muck that humans generate. I cannot do much about what others do, but I am determined not to be responsible for
the decimation of beautiful things and places.