A certain shame can be detected, nevertheless, in the look and location of Britain's newest penal system. A track leads off the side road. At the bottom of it, almost hidden by hawthorns, is what looks like a builder's yard. There is a small car park, a few derelict sheds, and a high fence. The fresh razor wire along the top, coils gleaming in the sunshine, gives a hint of importance, but the entrance is simply a hinged hole in the fence.
Reception is a prefab.
Few tours have ever been arranged for journalists. Dickinson looks a little like Alex Ferguson, the Manchester United manager, and his manner is polite but equally unapologetic. We're quite proud of what we achieve. The first room that detainees see contains a line of worn chairs and a noticeboard about Campsfield. Alcohol, umbrellas and mobile phones are banned, but inmates are free to move around most of the complex as they wish.