Got the distinct impression we missed the boat yesterday in the context of the so-called World Day Of Tolerance. My reasoning being if a certain cult film organisation, however tongue-in-cheek, can seek to have their faith recognised as a religion then perhaps it is only right that disciples of all things Wood Smokey should be conferred the same status and tolerance.
The latter could be very useful if translated into:
a. Unhindered access to all land where we might wish to make offerings to our preferred bush deity. Such to permit the purging of our oft corrupt souls with the aid of incense borne of a variety scented woods once ignited, of course, only by bow, sinew and much aching of the arm.
b. Similar access to harvest the fruits of the fungi Lord May the Force be With You oh mighty one.
c. All landowners to ensure ample quantities of mead are deposited at boundary markers, thus permitting the warding off of evil wood spirits after lights out.
d. One public holiday each autumn to permit the taking of one or more horned (antler I know before someone corrects me) beast, and the use of your local Tesco cold store for carcass preparation. Drinking of the beasts life-enhancing blood, either warm or chilled, being optional as we are a tolerant lot.
e. A minimum of three (3) hours each boring Sunday evening to be given over by BBC Television to back-to-back wildlife and woods-living programmes, the latter with no less than 30 minutes of unapologetic scenes of hunting and, last-but-not-least, a closing address from Wooldloreian High Priest himself: Ray Does My B-m Look Big Against This Knife Mears!
Cheers
Klench
The latter could be very useful if translated into:
a. Unhindered access to all land where we might wish to make offerings to our preferred bush deity. Such to permit the purging of our oft corrupt souls with the aid of incense borne of a variety scented woods once ignited, of course, only by bow, sinew and much aching of the arm.
b. Similar access to harvest the fruits of the fungi Lord May the Force be With You oh mighty one.
c. All landowners to ensure ample quantities of mead are deposited at boundary markers, thus permitting the warding off of evil wood spirits after lights out.
d. One public holiday each autumn to permit the taking of one or more horned (antler I know before someone corrects me) beast, and the use of your local Tesco cold store for carcass preparation. Drinking of the beasts life-enhancing blood, either warm or chilled, being optional as we are a tolerant lot.
e. A minimum of three (3) hours each boring Sunday evening to be given over by BBC Television to back-to-back wildlife and woods-living programmes, the latter with no less than 30 minutes of unapologetic scenes of hunting and, last-but-not-least, a closing address from Wooldloreian High Priest himself: Ray Does My B-m Look Big Against This Knife Mears!
Cheers
Klench
