The one woman protest that never was

Beauty Hill trig point, 360° view of Aberdeenshire, from the east coast beaches stretching south and North and the horizon hugging North Sea, to the skyscrapers of Aberdeen to the south, to the cairngorms to the west. Didn't fall down a rabbit hole. That's a total bonus. But just as we got sight of the trig point up ahead, we saw a farmer, or a poacher, or some random dude called Boggus, Bunce or Bean, hunting. As Fantastic Mr Fox would say, he is very, very mean. He was gone by the time we reached the trig so no chance to chant my t-shirt slogan.