The stress of ownership

I went for a little meander this afternoon. Little did I know that I'd wandered off the footpath. The land owner came storming over - Okay he didn't storm. He walked in a grumpy manner. How do you storm anyway? But he didn't respond to my genial hello. He asked me if I was some sort of amateur photographer and that I was trespassing because the path was - over there (same field). He pointed to a spot about 50 feet away. I wish he'd have pushed me on the camera thing. I'd have loved to have wound him up a bit.