One of the quirky short stories in Alasdair Gray’s "The Ends of Our Tethers: 13 Sorry Stories" is called Property.
It tells the story of two young people who went camping in the Scottish Highlands. They found an appealing spot on a grassy verge near the road, set up their tents and then walked into the nearby town to spend the evening in the hotel bar. When they got back their possessions had gone. They spent a miserable cold night.
In the morning they were waken by a well-dressed man and a policeman. The man said that they were camped upon his land without permission. The elder boy said he didn’t know that the roadside was private land and their possessions had been stolen.
‘Not stolen. Impounded’, said the man. ‘I had them removed last night to the police station… so now collect your chattels from the station and clear out …'
The man turned a little and looked steadily toward the loch, mountains, glens, rivers, moors and islands that he regarded (with the support of the police) as his back garden.