Never have I been so enraged after reading your editorial page in last week's Review where the whole letters page was filled with just three rambling letters from these feral boar lovers.

I couldn't believe what I was reading, are they on the same planet as me?

Were they talking about a different animal? Not dangerous, yes they are, very dangerous, even to keep them in captivity you have to have a licence as they are classed as a dangerous animal.

Their rootings does the ground good and it soon recovers. What rubbish – the extensive rootings to the grassland adjoining my property has pushed it up to over a foot or two high.

Without hours of replacing it the turf it will never go back to the way it was, even when replaced it still takes years to recover.

Footballers do the same damage to sports playing surfaces as the boar. Again what a load of tosh. Young men and women play on these sports fields week in and week out throughout the year in all weathers with very little bother.

These boar come for one night and the ground is unusable for many, many months despite extensive repairs having to be done.

Let these blinkered and out of touch people meet the players and officials of Harrow Hill, Whitecroft,  Soudley, etc. and spout stupid statements such as this and see how it's received. I think they'll want a good pair of running shoes.

But the Forestry Commission are the biggest culprits for allowing, in the first instance, this menace to be foisted on the Forest of Dean.

They say they could not erase them in the first instance as they did not have a mandate from the local populace to do so, (well if they open their eyes and ears they've got one now, so eliminate them).

They didn't seek a mandate in their ongoing attempts to sell off hundreds of acres of statutory protected forest to allow the empire building laughingly called Cinderford Northern Quarter.

They didn't seek a mandate to turn Mallards Pike into a theme park. They didn't seek a mandate to erect an outrageously expensive fence to guard their mini Alton Towers at Beechenhurst.

I express my following experiences not as a self indulgent one, but to highlight similar happenings and frustrations a great many other Forest dwellers are having.

As stated earlier the grassland around my property is now a mess, the boar came first in September, (and this must have been an illusion because according to the pig dreamers they only root up outside the woodland during winter).

But no, it was real enough, so I rang the Forestry Commission to once again complain at the damage being done.

Once again a complete waste of a phone call. Should I try and repair the damage around my house? Shouldn't bother they'll only do it again was their answer.

But, as I was soon to have knee repair and would be laid up for many months I decided, after a week to repair the damage.

Sure enough a few nights later back they came and re-ploughed up what I had laboriously reinstated, plus another huge area.

Then a few nights later back they came again, this time, just to get out of my back door my wife had to clear the path abutting my house of the turf that had been pushed over it by this vermin, and clear the nearby pavement that was also covered with rooted up grass sods.

In short periods I have spent four to five hours trying to repair the land  and you still can't see where I've been (it's a good job one of these vermin lovers wasn't near me).

Thinking about it perhaps they'd like to get themselves a better pair of glasses and come and help.

They could also bring their friends from the Forestry Commission. It would make a nice change for them, instead of riding around in vans all day trying to act like Billy Butlin. But they might get their yellow coats dirty, but there again a few rousing shouts of hi de hi might keep the boar away.

– I. G. Ellis, Milkwall.