mine. It is old land, untroubled by the turmoil of recent centuries for the most part, hoardingits plague pits and marl mines, its ruined nunnery and brooding lakes, its badger sets and ancient bluebell woods to itself. Not to mention some of the finest veteran oaks in England. But it can never be 'mine'.Only those who have lived and worked within its borders (some for generations) can 'own' it. Because they know it as I never can.