For some time past I had been ascending a low, broad, flat-topped hill, and on forcing my way through the undergrowth into the open I found myself on the level plateau, an unenclosed spot overgrown with heather and scattered furze bushes, with clumps of fir and birch trees.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
These were very useful charities, for in the days of old, lands were generally unenclosed, and the roads poorly constructed.
"England in the Days of Old"
William Andrews
They are apparently bare, huge billowy swells of green, with wide hollows, cultivated on the lower levels, but open and unenclosed for mile after mile, almost without hedges, and seemingly treeless save for the gnarled and stunted hawthorns-apparently a bare expanse; but more minute acquaintance leads to different conclusions.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies