I've posted about this before.
When I was 13 my parents bought a run down coach house (they have a form for buying ruins that need fixing up)
There were loads of outbuildings, and then the only liveable bit was a flat above the old coach rooms. 4 room flat + kitchen and bathroom.
They arrived on completion date. The previous owner was still in bed, nothing packed. we stood around with removal vans while my Dad made 500 phone calls. It turns out that is was a bank repossession and he didn't want to move. Girlfriend turns up and is mortified. Phones round for removal vans. Finds someone with 2 small vans who is free.
Then she starts packing while he stomps around and rages. Fridge full, cupboards full, everything from scratch needed packing and sorting.
But the problem was, he was a sort of junk/antique dealer. And every outbuilding and every room apart from his bedroom was piled floor to ceiling with junk. Not rubbish, but for example, boxes of china.
The two small vans did about 6 trips back and forth, men were seriously pissed off at how big the job was. They managed to empty the flat, the two big rooms below and the first of the outbuildings.
We moved in (well we were camping in to be fair) he was moving to a tiny store place which couldn't hold it all anyway.
he came back to remove the rest out fo the buildings over the next couple of days - or rather the girlfriend organised that.
But the land around (was not a garden) was full of old cars, they took 12 months to remove.
We were not allowed to remove them, and he insisted they were vintage/antique/special cars, so no chance of chucking them.
Fortunately we were doing the house up, and spent most of the first year making it habitable, so outside wasn't a priority.
But my Dad worked overseas, and I remember my Mum sleeping with an airrifle by the bed, because he used to phone up and rant about how we had thrown him out of his home.