Last time I flew into Galway, there’s a big country house on the descent path that’s completely surrounded by a huge square of tarmac.
I couldn’t believe it, it’s like they’d just gone up to the Lord of the Manor and said “so, we’ll tarmac the driveway shall we?” and he’d told them to get lost and probably returned to his property after his next trip to the big city to find his driveway, his gardens, his vegetable patch and everything tarmacced.
