Well, it's almost 3 years since I moved here and today, having done 400m of boundary fence last winter through 'the wilderness' and another 300m this winter (and the forrestry commission doing their 500m of boundary along the stream): for the first time, sheep have been grazing my far field.
Actually, it's not the fencing that takes the time but cutting through the thickets and removing the old fence - which was only standing because the gorse and brambles had grown through it and where holding it in place long after the posts had rotted away.
This would be an appropriate point for a picture or two of the sheep grazing between the briars and gorse on (in) the grass which, having not been grazed for years (decades for all I know) is a deep spongy mattress of dead matting with a green fuzz on top; but sadly my old computer is not compatible with my old digital camera, so I'll just have to leave it to your imagination.
Oh, I have found this old pic (hopefully attached) of the wilderness; the house and nice green field in the distance are my neighbours (and the sheep were grazing my grass (that you can't actually see, sorry) next to my neighbours house on the top of the hill (to the left of the house). This pic was taken when I moved here and it wasn't really possible to walk through the wilderness - it took me a year before I first walked in my far field.