Misty Morning in the Valley.
I was framing up, stood in the middle of the narrow lane, and I stood aside as a small convoy of 4X4's came through peopled by hunting types in tweed. Judging by the catcalls, hooting and laughter I think that they mistook me for a hunt saboteur so I quickly finished up and left. Shortly thereafter I drove around a bend which took me past a farm straddling the lane and where the 4X4's were randomly parked, the occupants spread across the lane laughing and smoking. Their mood changed and they eyed me suspiciously as I slowly wove through them before I put my foot down and gratefully cleared the throng, leaving them scowling after me.
Misty Morning in the Valley.
I was framing up, stood in the middle of the narrow lane, and I stood aside as a small convoy of 4X4's came through peopled by hunting types in tweed. Judging by the catcalls, hooting and laughter I think that they mistook me for a hunt saboteur so I quickly finished up and left. Shortly thereafter I drove around a bend which took me past a farm straddling the lane and where the 4X4's were randomly parked, the occupants spread across the lane laughing and smoking. Their mood changed and they eyed me suspiciously as I slowly wove through them before I put my foot down and gratefully cleared the throng, leaving them scowling after me.