I am walking along the southeast bank of the River Yeo, heading for Phipp’s Bridge, only a few hundred yards away. Technically speaking I am trespassing. But this shortcut saves me over two miles of needless walking along official footpaths to get to the same place. (And there is no guarantee the official paths would be passable anyhow.)
This is farmland, with fields of cattle. There are no stiles, but the fences I come across are easy to climb over. I wave to some watching cows, who ignore me.
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