ok let me tell you an interesting wee story
Way back in the sixties before i had ever heard the expresion "wild camping"
we were in the scotish highlands with a wee 2 man tent & a beat up old citroen. we found the scotish dream campsite. it was a grassy slope on the side of a mountain with a burn flowing down from the mountain, beautiful scenery and not another human for miles
"Perfect we thought" We pitched camp & settled down for the night.
ahem! a rude awakening in the morning. it had been p---ing down all night and something large and heavy was pressing on each side of the tent.
i unzipped the door to find that every sheep on the mountain had decided to check out our camp. by the time we had chased them off we were soaked to the skin. but we just built a fire, dried ourselves off,cooked some sausages on a stick over the fire and laughed it off. you can call it "wild camping" or "free camping" but man, it was wild, it was free, & it was camping
sundown