It was a fine and a pleasant day as I wended my way homewards through the autumn fields. The birds were singing and the sky was blue until I drove through an invisible stink.
A stink that stunk like no stink had ever stunk before.
It was utterly ghastly. And then I saw the culprit - a black field, filthy tractor and its trailer.
A farmer muckspreading.
He was covering his fields with the foul anerobic contents of his slurry lagoon.
The cost of fertiliser has had an immediate effect hereabouts.
All those ladies in the hypermarkets abuying of their Organic Produce should be standing all around his smelly acres applauding his green credentials instead of bewailing the decline of their property values near this new, modern farmland.
