Barclays Bank dispossessed Watcyn Richards of his Pembrokeshire dairy farm and put him and his family on the road, but at least he was able to sue their solicitors successfully.
He found sacks of highly confidential documents of the affairs of the customers of the Nat West Bank blowing about in his wood long before the private financial affairs of Norman Lamont were made public.
He had stand-up battles with all sorts of authorities, from the Milk Marketing Board to the Ministry of Agriculture, and from the Health and Safety Executive to the Local Planning Authority, who lost their case against him at public enquiry and were ordered to pay the costs for their stupidity.
He did not win all his battles, but he won enough of them to come out with head unbowed, by no means broken, and most precious of all, with his family life intact and closely knit.
Roscoe Howells, himself a former farmer, is the author of fifteen books, and was for many years a columnist who wrote with scathing wit and trenchant humour. For the twenty years during which Watcyn Richards was waging his various campaigns against bumbledom and overweening bureaucracy, the author was privy to much of his business.
He tells now of some of these confrontations in a book which will be read eagerly, not only by those who have had their own brushes with officialdom, but by all those who enjoy a good story told by a born raconteur.