July 31, 2018
Hello again Deb,
Isabella here from the high hills of Scotland with further news of our furry friends. We’ve turned another corner with the habituation on the mountain and events are moving forward in the contest between the local clan and the landowner. I thought your followers might be interested in developments as the world in general faces a melt-down in the environment and what we’d all counted upon as the normal behaviour of nature. We’ve gone through a portal, I feel, into new times and we’ll never go back to what we once knew.
Likewise, the sides here are clearly drawn and there’s a stressful alignment of businessman versus forest people. The erecting of fences that was underway when I last contacted you is now finished and the end of the woodland completely closed-off just over the lane from the cottage.
As I’d mentioned about a month ago there were posts driven into the ground every eight feet or so by a pneumatic pile-driver and rolls of fencing laid out along the ditch. Then suddenly all went quiet and the workmen fled. Within days the posts were ripped out like so many toothpicks and scattered along the edge of the forest. I held my breath and waited to see how the landowner might react. Eventually the muddy posts were collected, loaded onto a truck and taken away. A week later someone delivered their replacements – huge round pointed logs that would create a barrier six feet high.