While some stay to pay homage to guarians of Home Farm road.
Others yomp up the hill to take in the view.
Caption above.
"We're off to see the EDO..."
Cops on the hill...
..with their batons...
...and pepper sprays...
...and canine companeros.
Seem to have little effect on the assembled...
...and their oversized walkman.
Half the crowd stood their ground, eyeballing the cops, whilst others in small groups gradually headed off-piste, up the slope and into the woods towards the back of the factory.
Marauding bands of masked militants swarmed through the forest, whilst clueless coppers couldn’t see the hoods for the trees. In a hail of irony, laser-guided paint-missiles bombarded the factory’s roof - staining the factory walls blood-red in a spot of unrequested decoration. After scuffles in the woods and open fields where someone narrowly avoided castration via a police dog bollock-biting attack, a group of about 50 managed to reclaim Lewes Road nearer town before being joined soon after by other cross-country cells and marched towards town.
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