My mother trained at an Art College pre-War, an excellent plant artist, and my grandfather on the paternal side painted those murals in big hotels, so I couldn't really fail to end up in something visual.
I forgot, we moved in to the house when it was a very new-build, and the houses nearby were unfinished. We had the longest back garden, and the builders left a huge heap of topsoil on our land ... and a huge heap of rubble about 3 gardens away. We had just moved in, not even got fences up, just marker stakes, when.looking out of the kitchen window, I saw 3 middle aged men, not the builders, with wheelbarrows, calmly coming onto our back garden area, and digging into the big heap of topsoil!! I was young then, and not assertive enough for a few minutes, to take them on, but saw that they went round the corner, and, one, two, three, each went up their own drive, and tipped their barrowloads onto their own land, then came back for more!
I went out at the back, and asked them what they thought they were doing - and one said grinning, that I couldn't do anything about it, as I'd no fences up!
As soon as OH returned from the shopping he'd been doing that day, after an afternoon of me seeing our back garden vanish, we measured up for fencing.
Next morning we went out and bought fencing materials. On our return we saw the builder's jcb merrily ploughing and spreading all the rubbish and the remaining(!) topsoil all over all the gardens on either side of ours, and ours. We didn't get much at all of that topsoil, but boy did we get the rubbish!!! We couldn't win.
TY