Episode 27 – Under the Will, Over the Line (A tale of turf, power plays and one baler too far)

There’s turf.
And then there’s turf warfare.

€450 bought me a hard-earned heap of dry turf. What it didn’t buy me?
Access to the shed where we’ve always stored it.
Because, as if by magic (or malice), the very same week the turf arrived, Faurel Hill’s resident gatekeeper rolled an old baler into the shed like a rusted Trojan horse.

Coincidence? Please.

This is not farming.
This is theatre.
Theater of control.

When someone blocks you out of shared space, one patch of concrete at a time – don’t be fooled. It’s not about the baler, the turf or the shed. It’s about making you small. About turning survival into negotiation. And it’s been going on for years.

Silent treatment? Classic.
Last-minute disruptions? Textbook.
The slow erasure of your place, rights and needs? That’s the long game.
It’s called gaslighting and Faurel Hill runs on it like diesel.

But guess what? I lit a fire anyway.

I called in reinforcements. A man with more compassion than a whole barn full of Yates’s, offered to help find a local teenage to help throw the turf into the shed through a small opening. It’s not ideal, but it’s progress. It’s resistance in wellies.

And now I am sharing this blog.

Yes, I actually did.

Because telling the truth in public, with humor and defiance is one of the few weapons they can’t confiscate. You can block a shed but not a story. You can hoard the keys but not the voice. You can pile up old machinery but you can’t bury the facts.

This blog started under the will.
But it’s rising over the drama.

This isn’t a sibling squabble. It’s systemic silencing.
It’s inter-generational bullying wrapped in inheritance paperwork.
It’s turf rights as a metaphor for human dignity.

And if standing my ground means lifting turf with a teenager through a shed slit while the ghost of a baler looms in the dark – then so be it.

This line?
He crossed it.
And I’m done stepping back.

Lesson of the Day: When someone blocks the shed, they’re really trying to box you in. Turf might be heavy but silence is heavier. Speak up, stack high, and never let a baler win.