Pointed

I felt that the bottom of my blip barrel was being scraped today. I had a pleasant 8 mile walk but in familiar landscape on a dull if dry day. Nothing inspired me. I then saw a rusting fence, attempting to keep the likes of me off United Utilities land - although it would have been OK if I had a fishing permit. As I have no desire to go fishing, I don't see the need for one of those. But this arrow seemed to want to send me on my way.