Evidently a Belgian farmer got tired of bumping into some stupid 300lbs stone along the edge of his field with his tractor, so he moved it.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/05/05/w...der-moved.html
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Evidently a Belgian farmer got tired of bumping into some stupid 300lbs stone along the edge of his field with his tractor, so he moved it.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/05/05/w...der-moved.html
I read that article. I got a good chuckle from it.
That's hilarious. The French should most certainly invade, unless they are still stuck behind the Maginot Line.
The title is a little misleading. That is not a "stone" per se, but what in my neck of the woods is known as a "Town Bound," which were placed during European settlement to establish perimeters with exceptional accuracy. Case in point is the farm we bought in Worthington, which when I did the survey turned out to be two Colonial lots established when the town was incorporated, each being 100 acres, more or less the shape of a 3x5 card, the long side going East/West. When I sold the back half to the Division of Fish and Wildlife I used existing stone walls to create the new lot, so a similar 3x5 heading North/South. Surveyed with GPS equipment accurate to a miniscule fraction of a foot, in the 1000's, it turned out to be 99 acres and change. The East line began as a stone wall heading North from another that marked a town boundary. The wall ended after a few hundred feet and pointed to a heap of stones along a Colonial way. A line drawn from the stone wall through the pile made a new line, and a new lot. Pretty amazing given the surveyors then used a chain and compass to map the lines.
There's something known as "proscriptive rights" which one encounters in cases like this. Friends in California own a property on the Stanislaus River. A rock in the river established the line, but an abutter over some years moved the fence along this line. Eventually this fact became obvious. Had they not noticed a new line would have been legally defensible. Not sure what the number of years involved is, maybe seven, maybe more.
There was a colonial way along the back line of the farm we bought that was used by a few neighboring snowmobile and quad riders. I found this while cutting the lines to do the survey. After a few years I found someone had painted the blazes that marked this trail, including one carved into a tree that read, "bikers are homos." So I hiked up the hill with my 044 and cut every tree that was blazed down into the trail. A neighbor came to complain, and I explained that I owned every inch of the property, further explained proscriptive rights, and reminded him that the State land he was recreating on did not permit the use of either quads or snowmobiles.
Recent scene near French border.....Quote:
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There is a pleasantly silly comedy called "Rien à Déclarer" about two cops in a town split in half by the French-Belgian border. Or the Belgian-French border. Depends where you are standing. One cop is Belgian and the other cop is French. Chuckles ensue.
I went to Belgium for four years as a student.
I used to cross the French border almost every week, but just barely.
And now the British and the French are at each other throats over fishing rights...
https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/...fishing-rights
The Archbishop Canterbury has released a statement, concerning the French....Quote:
Originally Posted by BBB
The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
When the man dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
Look back into your mighty ancestors:
Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince,
Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy,
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.
O noble English. that could entertain
With half their forces the full Pride of France
And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold for action!