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Forgive us Our Trespassing

Forgive us Our Trespassing

As a small child I was metaphorically transfixed by an image inside the doorway of Worthing Museum: a roughly painted scene – a moonlit night, dark scudding clouds, a ragged poacher writhing in agony as the jaws of a mantrap clamped his leg. I needed no further instruction in the principles of land ownership: That land wasn’t made for you or me…

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