Four doors from us is the village pub and up the side of the pub is a bridleway. Actually it's a very ancient Drove road. We have just been sitting here listening to some inconsiderate, brain dead morons, no doubt up from the town, blatting up and down the Drove road on their noisy, earth chewing motor bikes. Honestly the b'stards need castrating.
Because it is a bridleway, they have 'right of way'. This apparently also gives them the right to noise pollute, air pollute, create nuisance and, most of all make a steep pathway daily used by residents (an awful lot in their elder years) and walkers into an impassable mess!!
And there is not a lot we can do. There is a time and place for everything. Using those machines in that environment is not one of them.
Grrrrrrrrr.
