...and of course there is always ol' Ewan's viewpoint

He called me a louse and said, Think of the grouse
Well I thought but I still couldn't see
Why old Kinder Scout and the moors round about
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
He said, All this land is my master's
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed

DtG