Our Land review – superb doc on the right to roam

It’s very rare that you catch asighting of the c‑word in these august pages, but its usage is warranted in reference to one of the interviewees in Orban Wallace’s superb documentary Our Land, which examines the idea of the public’s right to roam on property owned by wealthy landowners. It’s aform of extreme invective that applies, probably prefixed by ​“complete”, ​“total” or even ​“ocean-going”, to one Francis Fulford, aruddy-faced hatemonger dressed top-to-toe in vintage Barbour who not only has contempt for anyone who might want to experience the rural beauty of his land, but pretty much anyone who’s not awhite, rich, ruddy-faced aristo.

The film takes great pains to give both sides of the debate an equal platform, but it’s clear what side is the one of rational common sense, empathy and creativity – and it ain’t Francis’s. As Right to Roam activists organise peaceful walks on private property, the rah-rahs yell at their hounds during men-only pheasant hunts while moaning about the bloody plebs not understanding the life of acountry squire.

Everything, it transpires, is based on bad-faith readings of the extent to which normal people would treat the land were they to have access to it, and the film ends up delivering arousing case for not only opening up the miniature borders that crisscross this sceptred isle, but in away that would prove the most humiliating for the bastards with the keys to the padlocks.