Well, there i was, hiking across a moor in my favourite Yorkshire Dale when this bloke comes up to me, red in the face, cursing and swearing

"Get of my land!" He says

"Land does not belong to anyone" I replied

"Well, I am the Duke of Devonshire and this bit belongs to me"

"So", I ask, "How did you get it?"

"I inherited it from my Father"

"How did he get it?"

"He inherited it from his Father"

"No, going back rightback to the begining, how did your family get it?"

"They fought for it" was his reply.

"Fair enough" I sez, rolling up my sleeves, "get your coat off..."