They were going to make a huge profit on it.

It looks like a dust bowl. We want to beautify it and bring it back.

We did it as a last-ditch effort. We don't feel they should get this money, but we want the land back so bad that we're going against our principles. It's just too close to our heart. We can't stand the thought of it going to a developer for a whole bunch of homes.

Why weren't we contacted first when they abandoned their plans (to use the land)?

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. — It is not fair. — He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people’s mouths. — I do not like him, and do not mean to like Waverley if I can help it — but fear I must.

I think now we are simply strangers with some memories.