I had a little trundle into Kittie’s wood at Crook today. This is land reclaimed from opencasting and also from Pease’s Roddymoor pit and brickworks. There’s a lot of industrial archeology in here – mainly bricks with the word “Pease” stamped into them and various bits of iron and old heaps of clinker and ash…..
But now its a pleasant bit of woodland with a vast array of wildflowers around the edges. (I only took a picture of the buttercups… but there are others…) And horses. There’s loads of horses.
And then I came across what can only be described as a “den”, or at least an ex- den. Then there was another. then there was one dug seven or eight feet into the shale of an old spoil heap. Then more. Each one signified by cut, burned and dead trees, lager tins and empty bottles of that ‘orrible white cider that impecunious alcoholics drink, and old hearths and burned and general rubbish.
This is what I think:
I think the local eejits have been watching Ray Mears programs and decided to go off into the woods and “survive” Part of this survival appears to be the lighting of a big fire and then getting rat-arsed on very cheap and nasty alcohol.
There is no evidence that they tried to snare and kill anything – most of the local animals being horses as it happens…. but the damage done to the local trees is remarkable.
Incidentally,there’s nothing wrong with getting rat-arsed by the way, but lets have just a little bit of style fer evvans sake…)
Clearly , they are a set of twats (lets not be generous eh?)
I have a bit of a problem with yer bush whackers or whatever they call themselves. It all seems really really pointless…
If this was a forum, I’d be a troll….
Incidentally – the horse in the very first picture – worra sweetie – I stroked her muzzle and scratched behind her ears and she dozed off. Like putty in me hands, she was… Bless her lickle hooves….