I once rented a flat very close to a railway line. The diesels used to sit on the tracks waiting for a signal to change. They would make that whooshing, hissing, sound that I like to think happens when the driver hits a handbrake. It was right outside my window.
Sometimes this would occur at two in the morning and would wake me up. I’m not going to lie to you, it was a pain in the arse. I did not like it.
What I did not do, however, was immediately get on the blower to Network Rail and serve them with a cease-and-desist notice. Or get the council’s enforcement team to hand out a noise abatement warning.
It was never a case of stop the noise or stop the trains.
Why didn’t I do this? It was obvious to me. No-one had stuck a gun in my back and forced me to rent this particular flat. I had chosen to take on a property in the distinct shadow of a district rail line. It stood to reason that trains would use it and they might pass my door at what I found to be inconvenient times. Such is life.
It was my fault. Maybe there were other options I didn’t explore. Again, my fault. I cracked on and didn’t bother the authorities.
I like to think I’m an enlightened soul in an age of idiots. Entitlement stalks everything we do, though I do enjoy those social media clips of people going apoplectic after a big six takes out the back window of their cars. Well, and I feel I will be repeating this point in various ways, you did park your car next to a cricket field.
We’re soon going to be at the point where a slog sweep is outlawed. It’s the same in golf.
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Why are you complaining about golf balls in your garden?
Imagine the nonsense of wanting to live in a house overlooking a golf course and then complaining about the odd ball ending up in your garden.
Even if a golf ball was so far off line that it pinged your roof or a greenhouse – THE GOLF COURSE WAS THERE FIRST.
At what point do you turn up for a viewing, check out the lovely environs of the very close by club, and not think to yourself, ‘there is a chance a few golf balls could end up where I’m standing’?
I realise health and safety is important. I haven’t completely fallen down the anti-woke Reform well. If there is the serious prospect of injury and if a house is being peppered with missiles like a vision of the Eastern Front then, of course, there needs to be a discussion about it.
But decades of traditions shouldn’t just judder to a halt because we can’t stand in a garden and do a quick estimate of trigonometry (I knew there was a reason we did it in school).
If you buy a house next to a golf course, you’ve got to expect the occasional close encounter with a fast-approaching spherical object. It’s alien to think otherwise.
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