My daughter had a problem with 2 children next door to her who took a shortcut on their bikes over her small front lawn to the pavement. She planted a line of pyracantha which sounds a bit vicious but kept it quite low and clipped back. It was enough. Nothing was said, the bikes stopped and the two children are now grown ups and probably having their own problems with neighbouring kids.
It sounds a bit passive aggressive but it worked without a row and the birds loved the berries.
What was the name of the corner shop you went to as a child?
Am I being taken for granted, or is this just what being a grandparent is today?



