Duchyland

The land of the English aristocracy is almost entirely PRIVATE, behind high walls, regal gates, barbed wire, and rude signs that shriek KEEP OUT. What happens if you ignore those signs, if you go over the walls and off the paths and stroll around that land? What happens if you take a tent with you and spend a night on that land? Mark finds out in this book about trespass, about wild camping, about dukes, in which he invites himself to aristocratic Duchyland ... While the Duke of Westminster — 11th on The Sunday Times Rich List — is at the coronation carrying a royal flag, Mark roams around his delightful estate that’s the size of 6,000 football pitches. He drops by the Duke of Devonshire’s Chatsworth House, and he sets up camp on the golf course of Charles II’s great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandson (aka the Duke of Richmond); and via Arundel Castle, HM Prison Dartmoor, and the Royal Courts of Justice, he flees the country on a one-way ticket to avoid being sued.