Boy...did I get a good jolt from the electric fence I had to negotiate to get to this tree, or at least the fence I thought I had to negotiate. While fiddling with tripod and other bits and pieces I glanced behind me (I had heard voices) and saw this huge man coming through a gate a few metres down the road from where I had nearly met my demise. I thought it was the farmer coming to evict me but it turned out to be a scotsman from Glasgow who had spotted the potential of this tree as well. He had been forewarned of the fence's characteristics by my sweetheart who was not venturing from the car and he thus made the effort to find a gate. I used it on my way out.