I have always subscribed to the sensible New England thinking of "Good Fences Make Good Neighbors" and this has never been more underscored by the new neighbors. My former neighbors in the home to the south were a nice, gay couple who were good friends of mine, and they had good taste. The new neighbors seem to have more money than taste and must be a little short on the good sense, too. They erected a huge, solid iron gate which happens to be wind-resistant and it blew down in the first hurricane last year. Then they decided that the existing pool was too small, yanked it out, and dug another twice as big just before the second hurricane which turned the back yeard into a swampy lake.
They other day I couldn't resist looking at the finished pool and climbed to the roof of the cottage. There's just no accounting for taste; that tacky TiKi hut is shadowed by the Flintstone-like rock decoration. Of course there is a fake waterfall in the jacuzzi section, too; I wouldn't have expected anything less.
Our back yard seems so much more sensible.