On Or Near Cauldwell Lake

Our next wild-camping site was on a dead-end access road to a forest management area/footpath/bridlepath/dogwalk area; and Cauldwell Lake; and its dam. And fishing sites and rights.

There we are; it was a very quiet, peaceful night

We felt very safe, from flytippers, anyhow; as you can see,
however, the Brits use such signs as this for target practice,
just like in the US; much smaller caliber, however; flytipping,
we have learned, is very different from cow- tipping in the US

The dam is in there somewhere, under the ferns; there were some great
blackberries up the hill...

There's the lake, all 4-5 acres of  it; note the flags draped across at intervals,
like lanes in a competition swimming pool

The whole place fenced-in and under guard..."I could wile  away the hours/
Conferrin' with the flowers/Consultin' with the rain/And my head I'd be scratchin'/
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'/If I only had a brain..."

Fishing here is unlike in the US, where everybody has a right to the water
(high-water mark, etc.); here it is strictly plotted, sold, handed down from
generation to generation, presumably via primogeniture...