Near where I live there is a field. It’s called “Ashfield” as there used to be a big house called “The Ashes” at one end. It’s on a slope and it’s marshy, not least because the football field at one end drained their sports field into the rest of it. There are no fences or hedges and three separate streets edge it at different points. Twice since I’ve been here (ten years) some idiot has tried to drive their car from one street across the field to another. They didn’t even get halfway, and left enormous ruts - including where the truck came to haul them out. I have an image of a drunken crew on their way home with one trouble-maker suggesting they cut across the field.
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