I have an old house in the UK, and the previous owners split the garden and barn off from my house to build a new one on the garden. The houses are separated by a wall and my two patios are bounded by the walls of the barn.
The arsehole down the road turned up at my front door one day and started spouting about how I'd need to move my shed and my oil tank as he wanted to redo the roof of the barn. He said he'd been to look (without my permission) and that when I was going to do it?
My response was that I had no intention of moving anything, and that if it was really necessary he could scaffold around the oil tank and the shed. He said that was of great inconvenience to him, and that he had promised his builder that my shed and oil tank would be moved. I pointed out that that wasn't my problem and that he shouldn't make promises about someone else's property without speaking to them first. He then demanded to speak to dh who he was sure would be more reasonable. I pointed out this was difficult as dh was in Brussels and I had no intention of giving out his contact details to someone I don't know. I said I might send dh down to discuss this when he was next home, and I wasn't forthcoming on when that was.
A couple of days later, I look up from the sink to find neighbour and builder disappearing down the side of the house without asking first. Dh not amused, and refused permission for anything to be moved, pointing out that if one can scaffold around the conning tower of a submarine, then surely an oil tank and a shed isn't a problem.
The work (or not as it turns out) commences without scaffolding, just ladders left lying on the barn roof, and as I'm in the study at the rear of the house late one night (backs onto the patio), I think there's a burglar or a prowler, as there is someone climbing over a ladder from the arsehole's garden into my patio. I went and looked the next morning to find that the arsehole had put a ladder against his side of the wall and on my side, and was climbing over, rather than walking up the hill and around the side of my house. The ladder on my side disappeared pdq.
The bugger hassled my first lot of tenants, after I moved to Brussels and I was on the point of sending solicitors letters
when my very scary managing agent went to see him and explained in words of one syllable that she has to be contacted before he tries to anything on my ground near his barn. I don't mind reasonable access, but he has taken the piss and been offensive. How not be included in the life of a Cornish village!