When dreams are shattered we have to move on.
It is when we cannot move on, that is when tensions break.
We cannot simply sit back and let others destroy us. Something has to give.
The rules in the country differ to that of the city.
In the city, everyone has to abide by the laws that govern our land. Most who move to the country do so because they cannot get away with dong the things what they do in the city.
There are far too many people who will not tolerate bad behaviour and they know it.
The problem that we have in the country, is that it stretches back to the 1800s.
This guy who owns the farmhouse is at the top of the hill 600 yds away and is probably the largest property around with six bedrooms.
Back in the 1800s, The Farm House owned all the plots of land and barns and had workers who would lodge in 'out houses'.
These 'out houses' were barns which later became barn houses and sold off to residents. Our plot of land had a silo and part of an orchard.
Our bungalow was built around 1982 which was previously owned by a couple. The husband had died, leaving the property to his wife who just rented parted of our garden from Lord Manvers-Pierpont
Charles Pierrepont, 1st Earl Manvers - Wikipedia
We purchased the garden as to stop others building on it and to preserve our peace and tranquillity.
The woman who owned the bungalow, relied heaavily on the help and consideration of the owner of The Farm House.
By which she had done favours to these residents by allowing them to use her land and even take part of it as a favour.
There had never been an EASEMENT
Easement - Wikipedia
When she sold the property to us, all verbal rights were dissolved as she sold the property to us for cash all complete apart from the garden area we purchased from Lord Manvers.
Things carried on from over a century as The farmhouse made it's own laws by taking what it wanted in return for favours.
When we moved in, we co-operated to a degree out of sheer politeness.
The crux arose after the bonfires became more and more frequent. The Farmhouse owner made sure that the firs were away from his property and on a small piece of land near his septic tank near our property.
To gain good favour with other neighbours he would also invite them to place their rubbish to burn, by which every neighbour from yards around would drag their rubbish to burn at that spot.
I approached them quite politely and requested that just like ourselves, can they not dispose of their rubbish in a reasonable way?
I was told that there was nothing that I could do about it, and just to make their point clearer, they would light another fire now.
I was prepared to hire them a piece of land further down from the farmer in order to make amends.
His wife just stormed off cutting across our garden as I followed to try and discuss the problem. She then accused me of STALKING her!!!
Made me out as a sex pervert that I was also spying on her with my CCTV and her children whilst drooling over the images on my mobile phone.
I found that disgusting as the only reason why we had the cameras was to protect our property especially after having our oil pinched.
Things got progressively worse because I just wanted nothing more to do with them.
So instead, they tried to drive us away from our property because we would not do what we were told.
We were now fighting the most influential couple in the village.
You literally could not get on with them, but had to do what you were told!
I am not the kind of person who does what he is told...sorry.
They broke the law through sheer numbers and would make our lives intolerable.
If I changed my flood light for LEDs, I would have to ask their permission. As I built my garage, he would be standing in front of me with arms folded and then taking pictures.
The law was on his side because he and his wife were the King Pins.
When the police made me remove my car from my car park and ordered me to remove my 'No Parking' sign...that was it!
I took them to court and my spirit guides took over.
He spent thousands and promised his neighbours that if they supported him and his wife, that they would have us driven out shortly and things would return to normal.
I took on the bullies and I don't like bullies or 'big heads'.
People say that I am the nicest person that they can meet. That it is like a 'breath of fresh air' when they talk to me.
My problem is that I am too easy going.
This guy controls others especially with his job. He thinks he can do the same when he goes back home, but he has not only met his equal, but his better!