Last Friday morning I was walking from the old village towards the town centre with my wife when a car drew up to pavement about 20 metres in front of us. Three men got out of the car and went to the car boot and opened it.
The three men then together, picked up a large, trussed-up struggling goat, and carried it into the back garden of the house. I didn't feel that what they were doing was wrong, but it was just something I have never seen before.