Mr & Mrs F. don't own their farm although they had the chance to buy in the mid 80's. The way it works is, the lease lasts for three generations and it's just about up for renewal.
In-credible!
In contrast i've only recently established whether my own Grandfather was English or Scottish..
Yes, I'd wondered in years gone by why when you pass the F's farm there are various empty cottages in a gradual state of decline, now it all becomes clear. The real landlord lives somewhere in Spain and has only been seen once shortly after he bought the place, his only interest is seeing the rent come in twice yearly.
Meanwhile Mr F is sitting on the same toilet seat as his Grandfather and going up and down the same fields year in year out, nowadays listening to Radio Tay in a tractor instead of trailing behind horses and plough with a sack over his back to keep the rain off.
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