Boy oh boy. I think one of the farmers is muck spreading. Poooooeeee.
WHen I was at University one of my friends tended to go home most weekends - he lived in a small Welsh village neat the border
He came back one Sunday and couldn't wait to tell everyone what had happened
Him and his friends were having a quiet Sunday lunchtime pint in the local pub and one of the farmers cam down the street with his much spreader
Somehow the lever that operated it got knocked on as he entered the village and he drove it all the way down the mian street (AKA the only street) with it happily spraying liquid manure over everything
My friend and his mates dutifully save the pub by darting inside and shutting the door as he passed (thus saving their pints by co-incidence) and came out again after he had passed
He was later told of by his Mum for not stopping it - although exactly how he was supposed to do that was not disclosed.
His Dad - who normally supported his wife in everything (have you met Welsh women??) was supposed to agree with what she said but was not able to for laughing
or so he said
anyway - end of story