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I meet Helen running home and she confirms the further footpath is clear of cattle, so I head over the milestone stile for Scout Scar. For eighteen years I've walked here carefree, in September enjoying the flocks of goldfinch that feed on thistles. Suddenly, I am wary and ill at ease.