At one of the hoar stones in the cotswolds some toffs pointed there guns at us and told us we couldn't visit the stone, we told them to fuck off and carried on anyway, as i was walking i didn't know if they were going to shoot us, when we went back past them we told them to fuck off again, but his dad was freaking out on him for threatening us with the guns, my misses then tried running him over and we were gone, a visit that sticks in the mind, they won't stop me from getting where i need to go, as in if that didn't stop us, nothing would!