I have worked hard all year to see the evidence of human incursions onto this land in the same way as the other wild creatures that travel through here. It is only a human animal, I tell myself. Whether the young men from the village pleasure-riding or my neighbour hunting for dinner, I try to feel like a steward rather than an owner, and to embrace sharing this land with all creatures who come here. I am almost there. It is only the presence of one carelessly-tossed beer can that holds me back.