Guardian: Some formed defensive positions around underground tunnels, others nervously guarded the greenhouses, and one brave squatter scaled a makeshift watchtower to catch an early glimpse of any mob-handed intruders.
Nearby, a 16-year-old girl chained herself to the gates while a human chain of protesters sang a piano-led rendition of the Drunken Sailor sea shanty with the chorus: "What shall we do with the nasty bailiff?"
They rose at dawn and, after tending to the vegetable patch for what might...