Milliband & ChumbaWumba

[ObongoPox]

Bugging-out.This,almost fanciful,concept that exists in our imaginations.Bugging-in.Let's remain within our comfort-zone and minimize the risks.No unknowns.No coming unstuck when confronted by the reality.The reality being?Land-squatting,surely?How many of us own remote parcels of land at high(ish)elevations?Preferably forested.Just a personal preference.I like close,deep timber.So,what this means,in practice,is some 'spot' earmarked by us as a bug-out location.Some 'spot' on land not owned by us.Few of us will have the means to own such a 'spot'.Some could seek permission with varying degrees of success..Property rental might work,but as we can't predict with certainty when the 'event(s)' will occur...might still be worth a stab if,in the case of Israel-Iran,things hot up and we rent a holiday let at short notice.Low-income city dwellers may decide to bug-out along canal towpaths.Where would they be headed?Forestry Commission land would be a good bet,I'd say.Safer than private land which is more likely to be jealously guarded.
In my head I'm seeing the many,many inept bug-outs of the(probable)near-future and I'm laughing so loud the neighbours would be able to hear me if there were any.Such a good job as I do so despise neighbours.Imagining in vivid detail this sheeple Ed Milliband lookalike pulling SOMEBODY from his BOV.Tears of joy in my eyes.All in good fun,though.It could be ME that Milliband and ChumbaWumba get,but HIGHLY,HIGHLY unlikely.