Morons are everywhere @KT53. Sad but true. I hope you get that sorted easily enough, but it's the hassle because of these idiots as much as the damage itself. I had to report more fly tipping a few days ago. It's several bags of crap, dumped by the old farmhouse [which is an eyesore anyway] along the main road, but two others slung in the field across from that. Due to the recent weather, and foxes etc, the contents are strewn everywhere. It's not going to get attended to now because the council won't get around to it over the Christmas period. It's hard to access the bits in the field because of all the hawthorn/brambles etc too. Gold medal a***hole award to the shower that did that.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
@Fairygirl it took a few days to get a replacement rear screen but we did have another car so it didn't cause too much hassle. We've lived here 34 years and that's the only problem we've ever had, so not too bad overall. The most annoying aspect of the broken window was trying to find all the bits of glass. Unlike a windscreen, other windows shatter into thousands of little glass cubes with sharp edges. I must had trodden a piece into the house and my wife stood on it, cut her foot, and ended up in A&E to get the glass removed. Fortunately that all happened long before the current problems in hospitals so she wasn't there too long.
Just chased one hooray henry toff from parking his horse box and trailer by our side gate. Told him, politely, that I needed access. He said "I'm from the hunt" ... I wanted to say that I wasn't blind and could see that for myself .... but through gritted teeth I said "and I'm the householder and I need access". The toff was not happy but did drive on. Think he was more than a bit p!ssed too, either from last night or from his stirrup cup. I could smell it on him. Seems like it's Ok to be over the limit and riding a horse.
They've all just ridden past .... we got the dogs first ... rampaging all over the garden, trampling down the shoots of early bulbs. Then 15 mins later the riders .... so they're fully in charge of the dogs then eh!
The sooner this barbaric nonsense is fully banned the better.
Not sitting on the fence here am I
Bee x
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Very true, Bee witched. Seemingly unacceptable for the rest of us to allow our dogs to run riot without a lead in public places, but this lot of weirdos are exempt. Can’t even claim that the dogs are supposedly ‘working’ any more, now it’s just a hobby, they should comply with the same standards of decency that normal people do.
You are right @Ergates , and these are not really what you could call domesticated dogs. They are a pack, trained to tear other creatures apart.
There is always one poor soul that gets lost .... and can be seen several hours later forlornly seeking out the pack. I always hope it finds it's way home.
Bee x
Gardener and beekeeper in beautiful Scottish Borders
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Their dogs certainly shouldn't be roaming free thru private properties @Bee witched , whether they cause damage or not.
When OH and live in Harrow back in the 80s we had riding lessons and the school organised a Boxing Day and NY day hack every year. Great fun and no need for a pack of dogs or a fox or a lure or trespassing.
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There is always one poor soul that gets lost .... and can be seen several hours later forlornly seeking out the pack. I always hope it finds it's way home.
We call our farmer neighbour who used to be master of the hunt, he knows them all so he calls out whoever it is to come and retrieve the dog.
The hounds don't bother me as much as the 'followers' The hunters are a bunch of entitled a***oles, and yes, I know a lot of them aren't particularly rich - they are local farmers and landowners and they think they own the whole country - roads, woods, bridleways and fields. They go wherever they like and I've been threatened for having the temerity to be walking my dog across the field at the moment a few of the pack put up a real stag instead of following the scent trail. But the followers are idiots who park everywhere, anywhere, block the roads and accesses and just stand staring. They even pay money for the privilege of standing on a public highway and watching a bunch of overstuffed drunks on horses ride over the far horizon.
Meh
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My inlaws buy me a tub of Celebrations every year. Since the tubs are useful I keep hold of them and it makes an interesting snapshot of shrinkflation. This year the tubs are 650g compared to 750g from the last few years. The first ones I have are 970g and 870g though so they're down about a third of the weight now. They also contain twice as much salt now and palm oil which wasn't in there a few years ago. I guess the only actual celebration is in the Mars head office where they've made $45bn in sales this year, up from the usual $28bn.
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I had to report more fly tipping a few days ago. It's several bags of crap, dumped by the old farmhouse [which is an eyesore anyway] along the main road, but two others slung in the field across from that. Due to the recent weather, and foxes etc, the contents are strewn everywhere. It's not going to get attended to now because the council won't get around to it over the Christmas period. It's hard to access the bits in the field because of all the hawthorn/brambles etc too.
Gold medal a***hole award to the shower that did that.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Just chased one hooray henry toff from parking his horse box and trailer by our side gate. Told him, politely, that I needed access. He said "I'm from the hunt" ... I wanted to say that I wasn't blind and could see that for myself .... but through gritted teeth I said "and I'm the householder and I need access".
The toff was not happy but did drive on.
Think he was more than a bit p!ssed too, either from last night or from his stirrup cup.
I could smell it on him. Seems like it's Ok to be over the limit and riding a horse.
They've all just ridden past .... we got the dogs first ... rampaging all over the garden, trampling down the shoots of early bulbs. Then 15 mins later the riders .... so they're fully in charge of the dogs then eh!
The sooner this barbaric nonsense is fully banned the better.
Not sitting on the fence here am I
Bee x
A single bee creates just one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in her lifetime
They are a pack, trained to tear other creatures apart.
There is always one poor soul that gets lost .... and can be seen several hours later forlornly seeking out the pack. I always hope it finds it's way home.
Bee x
A single bee creates just one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in her lifetime
When OH and live in Harrow back in the 80s we had riding lessons and the school organised a Boxing Day and NY day hack every year. Great fun and no need for a pack of dogs or a fox or a lure or trespassing.
The hounds don't bother me as much as the 'followers' The hunters are a bunch of entitled a***oles, and yes, I know a lot of them aren't particularly rich - they are local farmers and landowners and they think they own the whole country - roads, woods, bridleways and fields. They go wherever they like and I've been threatened for having the temerity to be walking my dog across the field at the moment a few of the pack put up a real stag instead of following the scent trail. But the followers are idiots who park everywhere, anywhere, block the roads and accesses and just stand staring. They even pay money for the privilege of standing on a public highway and watching a bunch of overstuffed drunks on horses ride over the far horizon.
Meh
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”