- Location
- Near Colchester
Bathurst Estate, YouTube video.
- Thread starter Greythundercloudys
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warksfarmer
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Steevo
Member
- Location
- Gloucestershire
For BPR I believe this is true.
For farms though I believe APR is available at 100% if the tenancy is 10 years or more.
- Location
- Cirencester
All the land destined for housing is registered to Bathurts Trust PTC Ltd in Bermuda (1800ac according to Private Eye). Zero Capital Gains to be paid
Bathurst Development Ltd was the lot that applied for the housing, with Richard Tice (him of Brexit party) in the fold, plenty of charges by Coutts and Co.
He was head of the Conservative Assoc until he put his planning app in when he resigned..... The Bull Club is another area of contention locally
- Location
- Cirencester
And by all accounts a really nice chap, ex army, never met him but have a friend who is very friendly with the Lords 1st wife who knows him well.
I did worshipful company with the manager, fantastic chap and a good friend. Very passionate. A lovely place from what I’ve seen on my visit.
the stuff about houses, who cares, I know very few farmers who would ignore that opportunity and don’t begrudge anyone who does it, fair play.
the stuff about houses, who cares, I know very few farmers who would ignore that opportunity and don’t begrudge anyone who does it, fair play.
Suffolk Serf
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- Location
- Bury/Thetford
Yes, I wish that I was as hard up as him! (that’s what I tell my similarly landed landlord).
But your right, it’s not all easy.
Steevo
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- Location
- Gloucestershire
Excellent video! It does look like a few of those videos might have been sped up from realtime.
- Location
- Cirencester
I dont begrudge him/them for doing it but I do have feelings for the local town which will almost double in size without the infrastructure, a shame really, Cirencester will never be the same again, wrecked by greed.
- Location
- Near Colchester
Googling him I found this which reinforces that opinion.
Countess Bathurst and her stepson fought a toxic war over their estate
Countess Bathurst has left £33m to interior designers Grant White and Geoffrey Bradfield. She 'didn't have a maternal bone in her body' and the Earl, her stepson, has been excluded from her will.
pgk
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- Location
- south warwickshire
Assuming you are talking iht if asset is held offshore it is irrelevant.
Farming simulator. For adults. Very nice, but where's the soul ? Where's the straw chewing yokel ? Where's the barn owl spitting it's pellets onto the bonnet of the Davy Broon ? Where are the stone out buildings ? Where's the nettle patch with the 1970's direct drill ? Where's the Howard Rotaspreader ? where's the well used wheel barrow ? Where are the hens scratching in the yard ? I don't know. I just don't know. Sigh.
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- Location
- Moreton-in-Marsh, Glos
My 2nd year at RAC (Yes, it was and still is with a "C" IMO!) in 78/79, I and 3 other blokes rented one of a block of 4 cottages in Kemble. But IIRC they we owned by an Hon. Biddulph.
We were into Home brewing at the time and decided to have a housewarming party. Plenty of Homebrew and the strongest Punch anybody has ever made!
This was the time when Punk Rock was getting going along with a dance called the Pogo.
Somebody puts on the Sex Pistols and everybody is pogoing to see if they could reach the ceiling.
Some twit not only did this but punched a hole right through it!
Eventually the party ended at some ungodly hour and the house was quiet (ish, but for the groaning!)
There were bodies all over the place in various states of dress, or undress (hence the groaning -mostly female)!
There was empty/half empty booze cans and cups all over the place too and the house looked a wreck.
About 9, the following morning (a Sunday) one of the next door neighbours came round to say the Honorable was on his way over to introduce himself and meet us. We told that neighbour to Foxtrot Oscar, thinking he was pulling our legs. At 10 o'clock, he came back to say he really wasn't joking!
You have never seen a house get tidied up so fast in all your life! The surplus guests (mostly women!) were packed off down the pub as the tenancy was strictly for 4 blokes only and no pets/women!
The only problem was that hole in the ceiling.
We had heard the the Honourable was quite a short chap. Fortunately, 1 of the 4 of us, a Scottish bloke called Big John, was well over 6 feet tall.
His instructions were that wherever the Honourable went, he kept between him and the whole in the ceiling.
It worked!
On top of which we were commended for how tidy the house looked! Smelled a bit funny though!!!!
The next week, we bought some polyfilla, stood the Super-sir bottled gas heater under the hole, then a bit of 4x2 wood, on top of which we jammed some Farmers Weekly mags to hold the goo up until it dried and hardened.
Unfortunately, one of the FW front covers stuck to it and was reluctant to let go. Eventually we got enough of it off to paint it white - with tooth paste. Job's a good'n!
If you have ever seen a film called Animal House, that is exactly what it was like when I was a student!
We were into Home brewing at the time and decided to have a housewarming party. Plenty of Homebrew and the strongest Punch anybody has ever made!
This was the time when Punk Rock was getting going along with a dance called the Pogo.
Somebody puts on the Sex Pistols and everybody is pogoing to see if they could reach the ceiling.
Some twit not only did this but punched a hole right through it!
Eventually the party ended at some ungodly hour and the house was quiet (ish, but for the groaning!)
There were bodies all over the place in various states of dress, or undress (hence the groaning -mostly female)!
There was empty/half empty booze cans and cups all over the place too and the house looked a wreck.
About 9, the following morning (a Sunday) one of the next door neighbours came round to say the Honorable was on his way over to introduce himself and meet us. We told that neighbour to Foxtrot Oscar, thinking he was pulling our legs. At 10 o'clock, he came back to say he really wasn't joking!
You have never seen a house get tidied up so fast in all your life! The surplus guests (mostly women!) were packed off down the pub as the tenancy was strictly for 4 blokes only and no pets/women!
The only problem was that hole in the ceiling.
We had heard the the Honourable was quite a short chap. Fortunately, 1 of the 4 of us, a Scottish bloke called Big John, was well over 6 feet tall.
His instructions were that wherever the Honourable went, he kept between him and the whole in the ceiling.
It worked!
On top of which we were commended for how tidy the house looked! Smelled a bit funny though!!!!
The next week, we bought some polyfilla, stood the Super-sir bottled gas heater under the hole, then a bit of 4x2 wood, on top of which we jammed some Farmers Weekly mags to hold the goo up until it dried and hardened.
Unfortunately, one of the FW front covers stuck to it and was reluctant to let go. Eventually we got enough of it off to paint it white - with tooth paste. Job's a good'n!
If you have ever seen a film called Animal House, that is exactly what it was like when I was a student!
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