Originally from: Ron
                        
I've watched the Paul v The Rest with some amusement. I don't need to include my CV.

So here is a delightful and true funny story.

In the late 1960's a West Country newspaper reported, complete with a photograph, the story of a West Country farmer. His farm was on one of the 'infamous' Holiday Routes' (HR). One of his field entrances was used daily as a lay-by and toilet by the holiday makers who had been diverted off the A38 down the quiet rural lanes of Somerset, Devon and Cornwall.

The farmer was fed up at daily having to clear up the revolting mess left by said holiday makers. By some means he found the address of one of the offenders, in a town some distance away. On a suitable day he loaded his family, picnic table and etc., and a picnic. Arriving very early at the 'victim's' home he set up a picnic on the front lawn, much to the surprise of the 'victim's' family.

The report said that the 'victim' was very upset. I really cannot understand why <G>.

We have a Public Footpath, (restored to the Map by us at great expense) and also a Permissive Path. At each entrance there is a notice requiring dogs to be kept on a lead. Occasionally, we have the awkward squad who, ignoring the notice, cannot understand that the sheep do not wish to play with their 'doggie' and/or that all the disturbed ground-nesting birds are fleeing because they don't want to play with the 'doggie'.

We now have Pedigree Shetland sheep who will attack dogs, up to now we haven't had any takers.

No we don't hate dogs, we've rescued enough.

Cheers, Ron.
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The country life is to be preferred,
for there we see the works of God,
but in cities little else but the works of men.