
16/08/2025
We’re back in cattle country,” says Danny Squire, Sutton Park’s senior ranger as he stops his jeep in a woodland clearing.
I’m his front seat passenger for the afternoon, surrounded by on-the-job debris: a roll of twine, a ring of countless keys, and multiple pairs of workmen’s gloves, as well as lots of foliage strewn over the jeep’s interior, via one of the vehicle’s open windows.
Hardly surprising. We’ve been driving down tracks in ancient woods, only visible to those who know the land, our hairpin turns brushing up against trees.
Being honest, I have no idea where we are. In the thicketed shadows, I thought we were in pony country — ponies graze on certain parts of Sutton Park, cattle on another — but I’ve lost track of our location, as well as what century we are in.
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