The Major, who came in Sunday morning to look around my house and walk around my property, examined the field I had cleared to use for the construction of the training ground.
"Why here?" he asked, looking around at the tree stumps that would need to be removed with a backhoe (that would also serve to dig the soil for the foundation and even out the land). "Why not closer to the house? Or to the road?"
"Because I don't want it close to my house for safety reasons," I said. "And I don't want it closer to the road because I don't want anybody else to use it."
The risk of expropriation was always there, but I could at least make them sweat it.
The Major chuckled.
"Fair enough," he said. Then, looking around, "it's a fairly suitable place, I guess. Enough space, a bit of shadow, protected
