Beyond that place there be dragons
I always knew dad didn’t really want me to be a farmer.
64 years ago I came into this world, born at home in our little farmhouse on Swineham Moor near the tiny, and extremely rural, village of Knowstone in deepest Devon.
It was a cold, February morning, there was a thick covering of snow on the ground and soon after my arrival mum had a good, but doubtless unwanted, view out the window of dad emptying out the vivid, crimson contents of a white enamel bucket in the adjoining field. Things may have changed nowadays but farmers back then were indelicate sorts.
There is no getting around the fact that leasehold ‘ownership’ is something of a misnomer. If your property is leasehold then the sad truth is that you don’t actually ‘own’ it in the sense that we understand ownership to be. What you have is a contract that gives you extensive rights of occupancy, subject of course to a myriad of terms and conditions, and crucially only for a finite period of time. At some point in the future your flat