There was oil coming out of the fire hose, and, at the same time, grey gunk was crawling from the top of the motor. The Green Goddess was sick, but that was the end of the journey. The spring was at the beginning. It seemed to uncoil interminably, and as it did so the little cogs and gears scattered over the floor leaving the motor in pieces and an eight-year-old me in deep trouble. In those far off days boys had real toys, not virtual ones that depend on keyboard or joystick skills. This was manly stuff – Meccano: 'The toy that grows with the boy.' Girls were of course not allowed a look in as they were confined to dolls and miniature nurses' uniforms.
The Law Commission has proposed a radical shake up of the laws governing the acquisition of rights over land such as easements, covenants and profits à prendre that would sweep away centuries of obscure case-based rules.