Subject: Great House Farm, Llandough (now Church View Close)
From: Sion Buckler
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Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2026 15:45 UTC
Institution: Member of Parliament
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Right Honourable MP Stephen Doughty,
I myself am a little younger than you, we might even have ended up in the
same school, had I not got into Llandovery College on an assisted place for
my aptitude and later military intelligence for my Bachelor of Science,
instead of university. Albeit I left the military after only a few years to
pursue a career in business and the international private security group I
have built up today. I have little to no business in UK.

What I am about to tell you in this email might seem absurd or nonsense.
But I say in advance, I'm a former military cyber and electronic warfare
professional, I left my career in the Royal Signals with full honours. I've
completed 22 years in Oath, I'm bona fide. And my last employer in 2024 was
the Welsh Government/ Vale of Glamorgan Council. Via the direct payment
adult care scheme. It's not UFO's or aliens. Although my military records
will confirm I did do an attachment at the undeground UFO city in Coresham.
On the official secrets act. But it wasn't as exiting or interesting as
that sounds. I was just routine circuits and managing cryptography to
Whitehall.
I write to you because I would like the conditions to be more favourable so
that I might actually get to enjoy my home there, as your constituent. I
try and try and try to speak to MP's and I've been ignored for decades. In
2007 when I came out of uniform I could go an have a cup of tea with John
Smith and talk. He ripped me off and all the soldiers I employed in my
first company, saying that the £14Billion project at St Athan would happen
and we should all buy houses there. Mine was 40 Lombard Street. Not only
was all that "Biggest single investment in Wales" a sham. But my morgage
company (Manchester Building Society) didn't honour a payment holiday, made
me repay it as an arrears. Which I did. Then demanded £3.5k for admin for
letters they sent. I offered £2k. They they wired back my payment for
arrears, took possession of my house, billed me for the auction shortfall
many multiple times the "arrears" I'd already paid. Then tried to place
that as a lien on my nans house, who wasn't even a guarantor. I still don't
have my house back. But the omnibusman did side with me/ my family. I want
my house back! Also there's no record of me ever even having owned it. But
I did 2006 - 2012.
My grandad Ray Smith, Chief Superintendent Gordon Spikings in the TV series
Dempsey and Makepeace, bought the house we have there in Dinas Powys, after
filming in the Exodus movie with Paul Newman, so I'm told. Again I'd love
to be there at our house, but things just get more insane.
My 36 day old boy was then abducted in 2013, from Stockeld Park in Leeds. I
was then forced into exile until 2022 after reporting video evidence I
obtained of rituals being performed on him, which resulted in 3 lots of
police, 5 military and a helicopter being sent to try kidnapping and
silencing me. I escaped/ evaded as I'm a military warfare professional and
also no charges or warrants existed.  I have since had no choice but to
considered myself a counter officer in a literal civil war waged on me and
us. My sons whereabouts or status still unknown, is he even still alive? ..
if so he has been kept from me and my family since his abduction. It's
going on 13 years and its inhumane. ECHR also won't reply. My former MP
wouldn't even sign the EDM for father's to have rights in 2014.
So I remarried and started a new family. I literally gave up fighting the
demonic realm you call UK, after about 8 years of the state sponsored
effort to cover that up.  Nobody, to this day: year 13, has provided me
with the only answer I have asked since my 36 day old boys abduction from
my former home in Stockeld Park Leeds in 2013: How and where is my son? All
the ownus is placed on me to pay for a blood test, pay lawyers, pay this
and that. If alive, my son is abducted and held hostage. I'm not paying his
abductors or abusers or the regime holding him hostage or forcing him
fatherless when he's not. The decade+ long campaign to frame, criminalise,
discredit, kidnap, silence, ostracise, alienate, ignore me on this matter
is abhorrent. It's a depth of evil beyond anything else I've known. Was he
murdered? What happened after he was abducted? It is the most insane
situation how all that has happened since he was taken was just campaign
after campaign to kidnap and silence me. The other witness at my home that
day. Another soldier I served with, who brought his infant daughter to meet
mine, hasn't even ever been asked for a statement.
After exhonoration, a clear DBS and returning from exile and New York in
2022; to care for my nan (who was on end of life due to vaccines, with no
carers able to sufficiently reach Monknash from Barry) I was expected to
sleep in a tent for a year, which I did, after not being able to afford
housing abroad and in UK too,  at such short notice of return. All the
while 97 Afghans were being secrely housed outside our 11 home village up
the road in St Athan airbase. And given tens of times more tax I was
expected to pay per year, to help them get started.
One afghan was in the garden where my ill grandmother lay dying from
vsccine poisoning while one afghan was in the garden trying to steal my
dog. I reported and complained. Like with my housing denial of asistant
complaint. And both were ignored or fobbed off. I already keep my daughter
off that island, after Southport and other incidents. But I also have
exported my dog off that small (formerly pale) island too, to my wife and
daughter at our place in the Caribbean. Which was another huge scandal of
extortion and racketeering which I again reported to my MP and nothing
happened.
I also raised concerns arms or illegals might have been being smuggled into
Monknash beach. Our families former livery yard there since 2009, received
an abrupt termination of our lease and we had to move. After a lot of
suspicious activity at the beach car park and beach we controlled there.
Which I have on CCTV and my axon bodycam recordings. So I say again, I
would like to exist on my ancestral birthland as an indigenous Briton. With
my young family. But I find it untenable and have to fly in and out like
its an active war zone there. To keep myself and my family safe.
And in all instances it appears to be the British State waging civil war on
us. I was shot at one time before while I was back, on the top road of
Barry. Driving between my grandparents former house in Dinas Powys and my
nan at my mums former place in Monknash. The craziness just doesn't end. I
dared to have a McDonald's too and they racketeer there too, charging for
bags after you make your order and drive forward. When they either need to
be provided for free or you need to at least be asked. When I safely make
it back abroad and off that lawless island, which involved me building
myself my own man-portable ocean pack packraft as a contingency to get my
dog out too, after legal export attempts were unlawfully hindered last
minute (like with the notary in Milton Keynes) I have to spend weeks even
months clawing back money I get scammed out of.
By things like my former car insurance company in Bristol, or the airline
changing my flight last minute and charging me hundreds extra falsy saying
I requested the change and if I didn't like it I would need to cancel. I
spent months going through their regulators in Europe to get that back.
It's a perilous experience for me in Britain. It's literally like another
tour of the middle east to get in and out unscathed. And takes too long to
be made whole after making it safely off those shores and open borders,
except to the boxed in, kill boxed Britons trying to exit  with our pets,
money, children and businesses.
I have no doubt you're busy, but I do require your consideration on all of
the above. But more importantly possible fraud, concealment, and even
military action I might have discovered, used against my family, to
brutally dispossess us of our former 800 year old home in Llandough back in
1988—a home we owned and occupied since 1667.
I enclose the ECHR but also my criticism of it in a separate PDF. I am
still research this case and the scandals don't end. I just unearthing more
and more and its looking very damning for both the UK Govenrment and BP.
I was a child in this 1988 battlefield and warzone. I was inside the house
when poleaxes hacked our windows and BP bailiffs began demolishing our
800-year-old home while we and our pregnant mother were still inside.
I am now 41 years old. I have studied this case and collected evidence for
20 years, alongside my military career in cyber and electronic warfare. I
am now a life member of the Royal Signals and left my career with full
honors. I also completed the last of my 22 years of service under oath,
employed under the Vale Council and Welsh Government in 2024 within adult
care. I am bona fide. This followed eight years in exile on a Caribbean
island between those two periods of employment, after I exposed another
major scandal in Yorkshire in 2013.
I am now working to formally collect and present evidence. I am very
disappointed by the gatekeeping, lies, obstruction, and continued
withholding of information from various departments like Cadw, the National
Archives, and the Vale Council. Furthermore, regarding the information I
have received, I am horrified by the gaps in records, peculiar
circumstances, missing information, and the general inaccessibility of
public records.
I am just trying to understand what happened here; I require the whole
truth. I will put the evidence in chronological order on a website that
cannot be taken offline, censored, or removed. The source code will be
backed up to a 1,000-year film in a Scandinavian mine as part of GitHub’s
Arctic Code Vault program. With this clear reconstruction of the evidence
and story, I can also seek legal adjudication and remedy.
We maintain our absolute claim to the land, which was passed from my
grandmother to my father, and then to me and my expanding family. As you
are well aware, fraud and concealment unravel everything, which I suspect
they will in this case.
If you could instruct all parties to be more forthcoming with records held
on me, my family, and our former family home since 1667, we would be most
grateful.
Thus far, I see a clear miscarriage of justice, court mistakes, and
procedural unfairness. BP and the British Government/United Kingdom were
synonymous in 1987 too, as part of that £7 billion deal.
I believe this case involving my family may have been part of a larger
nationwide campaign that likely happened to many other families.
Furthermore, having recently worked closely with law firms in London on the
PCP car finance scandal, I see a parallel in this matter, with my family's
case serving as a catalyst.
From what I can gather so far from the information and family testimony I
have (including five aunties, my dad, an uncle, my mum, and cousins), my
working theory is that my grandad, Frederick Buckler, pawned his wife's (my
nan, Mrs. Williams) virtual freehold to the surrounding farmland. However,
the house, garden, and immediate land may have been a separate plot to
which we did obtain absolute title from Bute following a quarrying deal,
which granted permission for quarrying/limeworks in exchange for that title.
That title was later stolen from our house. I have the criminal's name, and
I suspect there is a police record of him. There were numerous court
hearings where Mary won, but she was later unable to present the title
(though its prior existence was not denied). The copy from the public
library was gone too. My mum's testimony states she went back to retrieve
the index card almost immediately afterward, but that had been taken as
well. Consequently, the dispossession escalated, with BP registering our
land in their names at the Land Registry in 1983. This was entirely based
on the office being willfully ignorant (I am currently in talks with them)
and BP withholding information.
Additionally, my grandmother’s convenient death occurred within the
two-week window she would have had to challenge BP merging her stolen title
into their surrounding land title. Later, in 1987 (the landmark case *BP
vs. Buckler*, 1987), the judge is quoted as saying my nan "conceived the
notion" she owned it. He claimed that had she challenged BP's license
letters, the outcome would have been different. Yet, she is well-documented
as challenging the BP Pension Trust in the press, via a petition with 1,100
signatures, and in the 1975 conveyance. The judge then claimed that even if
she challenged them, it would not count because the plaintiff was BP
Properties, not the BP Pension Trust, asserting they were two separate
companies. Thus, BP won possession.
However, no court has ever ruled against our claim of ownership, and we
have never willingly surrendered it. No court has ever ruled that BP owns
it. When my dad appealed that ruling, arguing that the BP Pension Trust
should have been the plaintiff, the same judge dismissed his appeal by
stating that BP Pension and BP Properties were effectively the same
company. It was a "heads they win, tails we lose" scenario.
I believe the possession of our surrounding farmland is dubious and highly
arguable. I recognize that my grandmother, a disabled widow and pensioner,
did not have it in her to single-handedly defend everything against three
BP companies, their predecessor Western Ground Rents (whom Parliament even
noted on the record as crooks), and the bias of its shareholder, the
British Government.
But the possession of our home and garden is an outright outrage—not just
due to the human rights violations and the possible use of the military
after Thatcher told the Land Registry to look the other way, as Cadw and
many others appear to have done. The press also labeled us squatters and
suppressed reports. I only recently obtained the ITV report from 1988,
which—even if not actively suppressed for over three decades—fails to
mention that my mum was pregnant with three toddlers when her shoulder was
dislocated while serving the invaders a writ after the siege.
Our home and garden were evidently a separate plot. In the worst-case
scenario, we should have been granted an easement or thoroughfare across
the surrounding land to access our home and garden. Instead, we faced
fraud, concealment, procedural unfairness, court "mistakes," and willful
ignorance—such as the Land Registry looking at the 1974 land dispute case
to verify BP's claim without acknowledging that our land was actively in
dispute.
Furthermore, the Land Registry claims the 1987 ruling justifies their
actions in 1983, yet the 1987 ruling relies on their actions from 1983. The
1987 ruling is also retrospective in how it validates the invalid license
letters from 1974. The only class in this entire act came from my disabled,
widow-pensioner grandmother, and my terminally ill dad before his
conveniently timed death following his dismissed appeal, demolished home,
detention without charge, violated human rights (being ripped from his
hospital bed), and blocked ECHR access.
Will you take this on? Will you instruct the Senedd to launch a public
inquiry into this?
I am speaking through a immense amount of trauma to report this to you. We
have never received any counseling or reparations following these events.
My family has not dared to speak up or out because they remain terrorized.
My younger sister, now 40 years old, had nightmares earlier this year when
I brought it up with her. My mum and aunties experience meltdowns and
shutdowns whenever I try to discuss it with them.
If the SAS was deployed against my family in 1988 and we had known, I might
not have chosen to play a part in rescuing those two SAS soldiers from an
Iraqi prison and execution in 2005—an operation I believe I was deeply
involved in, if not instrumental to.
Right now, it feels as though my family is being held hostage. The 20
houses built on our land could be construed as accommodation for an
occupying network. Consider the fact that this land is Wales's largest and
most significant burial site, home to a Roman villa and a monastery, the
place where Marconi stayed with us while inventing the radio, and where
Peerless Jim fought his first fight in our barn. The fact that none of this
is marked with so much as a park bench plaque above ground only affirms
what I am saying.
In the National Eisteddfod, we have a ceremony where a sword is withdrawn
three times, and each time the crowd is asked, "Is there peace?" If the
crowd answers yes, the sword is resheathed. As a certified, experienced
military commander and warfare professional, I believe it is asked three
times so you can look into the eyes of the people to see if they are
answering under duress, such as at gunpoint.
Interestingly, that ceremony now feels hijacked and insincere, as people
are being attacked in Britain, yet the crowd still declares peace. In WWII,
the ceremony was canceled during air raids and bombings because crowds
could not sincerely say there was peace.
I am Welsh—an indigenous, white Welsh Christian national. When I visit my
family and see them suffer meltdowns or nightmares just discussing this
case, I know there is no peace. My sword, metaphorically speaking, is not
being resheathed. This is not to say I am going to hijack a BP fuel truck
and drive it in flames into the properties on our land; I am bona fide and
operate with honor. But I am certainly not standing for this situation.
Nothing could be done about this for the last few decades, nor during the
20 years I have spent collecting evidence to understand it. But two things
have changed: I discovered extensive evidence of fraud and concealment, and
we are now in the age of recursive, self-improving AI—and I am a cyber and
electronic warfare professional.
I do not even have to depend solely on traditional methods anymore. Last
week, my system of AI tools discovered a social media comment from many
years ago mentioning a photo of our farm inside the disabled toilet of a
pub. I sent someone there, and low and behold, it was still on the wall: a
clear aerial image of the Roman villa remains, taken between the demolition
of our home and the construction of the 20 houses.
I believe that with proper cooperation, I can reconstruct the timeline of
this story with all supporting evidence for the public record. While the
British state continues to erase and suppress our place in
history—including Marconi, Peerless Jim, the Roman villa (possibly where
Magnus Maximus once resided), and the monastery beneath it—the Welsh
settlement here in Argentina actively celebrates Welsh culture and history.
This is why I intend to build an augmented reality tour guide for
Llandough, Wales. I am confident I can regularly get boots on the ground
there to see what once stood, despite the current lack of physical
information. I have at least 50 personnel back home invested in my business
who would love to support this. I am also intent on forming a *Colonia
Llandough* or *New Llandough* here, with an exact replica of Great House
Farm at its center, alongside a potential Netflix documentary to tell the
story right.
It is vital to me and the public that this story be told accurately while
the previous generation of my family is still alive to participate.
Regards,
Sion Buckler (Ret'd Sergeant)
Cyber and Electronic Warfare Professional
Life Member: Royal Corps of Signals
OBO Williams/Buckler Estate (Est. 1667)
https://bpvsbuckler.datro.xyz