Sit on the train home dreading the impending Tesco food run. Mrs Wu volunteers and I am riding. Solo. Cross. Freezing. Exposed on the downs. Dry though. Still night air is claustrophobic as noises are focused and I hear everything around me. Blat. Blat. Shotguns? Gate to the South Downs way is closed. WTF?? Go through anyway (possibly a stupid move) Quad bikes appear out of nowhere. Blat. Blat. Shotguns! Very close. Just over the hedge in fact. Aiming into the hedge in fact! I climb the hill faster than ever. Driven by an overwhelming want to not die tonight. Guns going off around me for a mile of climbing. Spin hard, shouting “NOT a f*cking rabbitâ€