posted on Jan, 7 2019 @ 08:43 AM
I spent Christmas barefoot in a sacred grove. Birds, deer, mice and the mighty trees were my companions. I drank the purest spring water and ate cheap
food from Aldi.
I'd been camping there for over a week beforehand, it rained heavily and my bedding was getting damp. To dry my bedding I lit a fire the day before
Christmas Eve, then decided to keep the fire going over Christmas, hoping the Christmas spirit would prevent anyone objecting. The smoke would have
been visible during the day because all the wood was wet, and the glow of the fire lit up the underside of the branches at night.
I knew whose land I was on and calculated no-one would bother to throw me off over Christmas. My calculations didn't account for the neighbouring
As it was getting dark on Christmas Day the farmer came as close as he could on his own land, about twenty five yards away, and fired two shots. One
may have been into the ground, I didn't hear it strike anything. The second shot he fired into a tree, I heard the pellets strike the ivy leaves.
About ten seconds between shots.
I couldn't see him through the dense undergrowth. I stood for a while wondering if the next shot would sent pellets into the back of my head. I was
too stubborn to crouch down.
I kept the fire going and left two days later.
The last time someone fired a shotgun behind my tent was on a pitch-dark rainy night in Wales in the 1980's. It feels like very outdated
Have any other Brits experienced farmers using shotguns for intimidation in recent years?