solicitor or set up the original sale many years ago, no provision was made for the mooring to transferred with the small patch of land that retained. The mooring in its entirety was sold with The Wharf, to the brewery and then onto me. The other issue that came out of it was that although the easement allowed any new owners of the said land access to it via my land with or without vehicles, it was only through existing access points, in this case a normal sized pedestrian gate. On top of which there is a ruling that any existing gateway could not be made stronger, taller or wider. I was also advised by my expert not to allow any widening on the basis that it may create a president whereby if it was allowed it may be difficult to stop it being done in other places too. So where we stand at this point in time. If Steve had just paid that’s the £100 pounds at the time he may well have been using the land this year for the purpose that he originally intended it for, and if his solicitor had done his homework perhaps he have bought wouldn’t the land in the first place. Chapter 39 - Goodbye Merc Before we bought the pub I had a collection of cars. As I may have mentioned in a previous chapter, I was nuts about car, to put it mildly. I had a Mercedes S class, a 3 series BMW, a Saab Aero, a Mini, a Mercedes Vito and two Cobra replicas. Kelly had recently got rid of her 360 Spider and replaced it with a Mercedes CLK 320 convertible. That 360 Spider was without doubt one beautiful car to look at and impressive to drive but the most impractical car ever made. At the time, I was a collector of Pocher 1:8th scale model cars. These were impressive 2 foot long models with thousands of parts that came together to make very detailed show pieces. The window winders would actually wind down the windows. If you pressed the brake pedal the brakes would work, These are very sought after pieces of kit, especially since the factory that used to make them in Italy burnt down a couple of decades ago. Anyway, I had bid on and won a Rolls Royce model on EBay and it had to be collected from Oxford. Three months later and I still hadn’t gotten around to it. So, I suggested to Kelly that we take a run up to
solicitor or set up the original sale many years ago, no provision was made for the mooring to transferred with the small patch of land that retained. The mooring in its entirety was sold with The Wharf, to the brewery and then onto me. The other issue that came out of it was that although the easement allowed any new owners of the said land access to it via my land with or without vehicles, it was only through existing access points, in this case a normal sized pedestrian gate. On top of which there is a ruling that any existing gateway could not be made stronger, taller or wider. I was also advised by my expert not to allow any widening on the basis that it may create a president whereby if it was allowed it may be difficult to stop it being done in other places too. So that’s where we stand at this point in time. If Steve had just paid the £100 pounds at the time he may well have been using the land this year for the purpose that he originally intended it for, and if his solicitor had done his homework perhaps he wouldn’t have bought the land in the first place. Chapter 39 - Goodbye Merc Before we bought the pub I had a collection of cars. As I may have mentioned in a previous chapter, I was nuts about car, to put it mildly. I had a Mercedes S class, a 3 series BMW, a Saab Aero, a Mini, a Mercedes Vito and two Cobra replicas. Kelly had recently got rid of her 360 Spider and replaced it with a Mercedes CLK 320 convertible. That 360 Spider was without doubt one beautiful car to look at and impressive to drive but the most impractical car ever made. At the time, I was a collector of Pocher 1:8th scale model cars. These were impressive 2 foot long models with thousands of parts that came together to make very detailed show pieces. The window winders would actually wind down the windows. If you pressed the brake pedal the brakes would work, These are very sought after pieces of kit, especially since the factory that used to make them in Italy burnt down a couple of decades ago. Anyway, I had bid on and won a Rolls Royce model on EBay and it had to be collected from Oxford. Three months later and I still hadn’t gotten around to it. So, I suggested to Kelly that we take a run up to