The farmer didn't say a word but gesticulated that e had a desire to slaughter the sheep and have it for dinner. The small roads winded through the national park and the scenery was pleasurable. I could even rescue a few shivering hitch hikers from the rain. Hitching seems to be working well. None of the people I gave a lift have been waiting long.
Most roads just go into one direction, making it easy to help.
Their language was a challenge. While they most likely were trying to speak as British as possible, I still had a hard time understanding them. Especially town or village names gave me a hard time. I had to guess pretty much which place they were talking about. The pronunciation sounded good, but the lack of vowels made it difficult for me to remember any of the cryptic looking names.