WAR OF THE NEIGHBOURS BY MARELIZE GRBICH

IT WAS his sanctuary, his tranquil haven. Sitting on the patio of his stunning villa with its spectacular views of Camps Bay beach, Trevor Foster used to feel like the luckiest man alive.

But that was before a new neighbour moved in across the road from his Cape Town property. Shortly after Clem Kirst arrived in 2014, everything changed, Trevor (67), a retired chartered accountant, says.

Suddenly the peace was shattered by shouting, swearing, domestic arguments, loud music, the banging of drums, barking dogs and revving motorbikes.

For Trevor, who runs a guesthouse from his property, the noise was intolerable. He says the thing he found most upsetting was the way Clem yelled