One of the good things about my job is drafting conveyancing deeds. This is not something that I would ever have imagined would be true when I was at university. Conveyancing (the transfer of property) was a deathly dull subject. It held none of the romance of criminal court work; or the glamour of the cut and thrust world of corporate law.
But the curious thing is that – here – out the real world - conveyancing is, well, rather satisfying. There is something of the magical about it. If you use the right words, in the right order, then you mysteriously transfer ownership of some ground or a building or the airspace inside a flat from one person to another.
I suspect that for you that sounds mundane. But think of what you need to use land – access, rights to water, to electricity, telecommunications. And at the same time your neighbours need those rights over your ground. It is a big web of interconnectedness, and just sometimes, if you do your job right, an weave the right spell, you can make things work.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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