Attempting to get Shawnetta here back in her field by Westenhanger defeated me after ten minutes of waving my arms and jumping up and down like a pillock. At least it got the blood pumping and well as boiling with anger!
Where's the ginger bloke off Countryfile when you need him?
Farmers moan about the public, but how about having signs with a contact number on your field gates? I had to leave her frightened and in the road to get my train as I couldn't miss it ans wait another half an hour for the next one.