Fly tipping tragedy

Now I had been trying to keep up with all the discussions at Brookfield about which cattle to keep on the farm - but I just glazed over (is that possible when listening to a radio programme?) after what seemed like hours of comparisons of the various breeds. Hence

me hedging my bets by showing pictures of two different kinds of cattle. On tonight's programme, however, there was great drama. Several cattle were found dead in the
fields. Alastair was rushed in to do tests for anthrax.

Then it was discovered that there was a pile of rubbish dumped in the corner of the field. The cattle had been feasting on the contents. Inside the pile was discovered plastic bags - just right
to block a cow's intestines, and then on further examination there was that ancient criminal piles

of yew. Absolute poison! Traditionally found in churchyards - as a symbol of death perhaps, or was it to make the bows that made the foundation of English victories at Crecy and Agincourt.
Now I can sympathise over the problem of fly tipping - this is something we find in the city, but clearly the countryside is not immune. Why do people do it?
Just for light relieve romance is blossoming for William Gundy - he found love on the bus to Ambridge whilst his car was in for some work, and now he's taking a single mother on trips to Borsetshire's high life - or was it the Birmingham sea world centre? What will Emma have to say to all that we wonder. First she has potential problems with finding another jobshare partner (after Brenda was lured away by Matt) now her ex-husband is about to embark on the path to future happiness!