I am now the proud owner of horse manure

A woman stands at the door with a wheel barrow and a shovel.

'I've been to see the mayor.' she says.

There is a sinking feeling in my stomach, in my experience people only go and 'see' the mayor if they have a problem, and that problem is usually with someone else. Racking my brains to think what we could have done to offend this woman.

She continues, 'His horses are in your field. I need your permission to collect the horse manure. It is very good tomatoes you know.'

'You don't need my permission.' I reply.

'Oh yes I do, that horse manure has fallen on your land so technically it is yours.'

Couldn't resist following her up the lane for a sneaky photo...