Breakout

At some point on Monday the woolly mowers rebelled against the imposed regime in the snow covered pasturage, stormed the fence and went off looking for something better. I admire their spirit. They have a genuine grievance.

The evidence for the escapade was there to see all around the eastern gate. Cloven footprints had trampled a good area. The gate had been opened to get them back in and another temporary repair had been made near the corner where it had always been likely that this would happen.

It must have been fun getting them back. I imagine it was done by a SWT work party out on the moor to make mischief with chain saws. One or two trees may be grateful for the distraction.


Now which of you lot is going to lead the next attempt?