The rich cloying aroma of Slurry fills our lungs today/.I wonder if the usual complainant will tackle the farmer in question. He can’t count on the support of the Community Council as it does not meet until next month. But he has a feather in his cap as he succeeded in removing the dumped car from Farmer Os field. One hopes it has been taken outside the CC area.
For once we had to remonstrate over a smell-a noxious one from a bonfire in a neighbour’s yard –it smelt like tyres and plastic and a brisk west wind was blowing the fumes into our house (15 yards away) through our ill fitting 19th Century windows. With three small children and a case of bronchitis this was not funny. Our plea to douse the fire was accepted having established the ‘owner’ (Not the neighbour but a relation). He was very understanding and did the needful supported by a well timed rain shower.
He was in breach of the law. Quite seriously; but involving the fuzz is not an option in a small community unless you want to open long term feuds and bitterness. People are actually very reasonable and a polite suggestion will invoke a polite response. Some of our more aggressive incomers seem to find this difficult to understand.
A Beastie-no 12 or so-trapped alive. He looked very like his/her 11 cousins. Or perhaps there has only been one? I am still reluctant to clip, shave or spray. Actually he loved his little box and refused to leave when asked. I finally ejected him using considerable centrifugal force. After a twenty metre flight he headed happily to the nearest grave and no doubt hid there until I was out of sig
