Being one of the "Locals", the farmers hereabouts are happy to let me wander around their field edges on my early morning dog walks, as long as I'm prepared to chew the fat with them for a while, but anyone they don't know gets the sharp edge of their tongue. It's a real problem to them during this pandemic, with the ignorant townies tramping across crops.
Echoing Wardy's experience, I remember a group of us walking across the fields to the top of Ebbor Gorge to do a bit of abseiling when a hunt was on. A couple of riders, dressed in their hunting kit, came galloping towards us & a very posh, indignant lady demanded to know what we were doing on "her' fields (I don't think they were hers, mind). Once we explained where we were going, and that our sacks only contained ropes & abseiling gear, she was happy to let us carry on. She explained there was a concern we were hunt saboteurs "...So jolly good show, carry on chaps!"