A row over a landmark above my village seems to have gradually escalated (welcome to rural life). Two thoughts:
1) If you’ve ever seen the prices at the Bradgate Park gift shops and cafes, you just miiiiiight come to the conclusion that they don’t actually need the money
2) Let us hope the people guarding the image of Old John the landmark do not incur the wrath of Old John the person, who was (apparently) a servant killed in a freak bonfire accident when the Earl of Stamford decided a great way to celebrate his son’s birthday was to set an entire hill alight and have a party on it. I’m just saying, my dudes