“I don’t see no, ‘New, progressive Britain’. Not out ‘ere, no. Not in the Forest. Seems to me there ain't even much o’ England out ‘ere, even. The young ‘uns ‘ave up an’ left. Last couple generations, it seems. We stay ‘ere. Get older. Maybe just fade away.
“There’s life in the Forest yet, though. Might not be able to get a ‘proper job,’ what with closures an’ viruses an’ such. But there’s boar in the Forest again. So, there’s meat for the table, long as I’m able. There’s even those as are exercising their right to mine coal and whatnot. Came across a charcoal burner in there the other day. We’ll get by with what we ‘ave and what we can work from the land. Always ‘ave. Always will.
“Word to the wise, though: If’n you don’t want no trouble, leave a saucer of milk, cream if you got it, out when you’ve had a good day in the woods. Just to be safe, right?” - John Forrester, Master of the Lodge of Stags.
What you can see can most certainly hurt you. That which you cannot, probably already has.