It’s daytime but dusky and I’m in a field / close to a grave yard. No idea where this is but feels like the south of England / very rural. Ive been assigned to make sure that someone, a quite sharp traveller man, from a group who I think are living in the next field beyond a hedge, cannot purchase the land with the graves on the other side of the barbed wire fence. I’m under a large tree (oak?) and there is a man sat on the ground with his broadsheet newspaper flat that he is studying. I cautiously go over and he is looking at betting / racing result type stuff. I’m very cautious because I’m there to stop the other man bidding and getting the land with the gravestones on It. I think the traveller man is coming closer to us, both bent down looking at the open paper, I am nervous that he will see me and the game will be up. It seems he cannot / does not see me and the man sat down next to me chats with him. I...