There we were eating biscuits and cheese, when a lorry drove slowly past laden down with a crane and hoist and several electricity poles...it stopped outside our little field and there was a bit of commotion and a thud and the lorry drove away again.
It must be about eight years ago when some noteworthy sort of a person asked would we take his Billy goat...because I can be a quite appalling snob at times...and he was a noteworthy person after all...I said yes.
The Billy goat duly arrived. He had the biggest set of sharply curved horns...and an attitude problem. I looked at him and he looked at me and I decided the best place to put him until Himself came home was tied to the telegraph pole...
Un-neutered Billy goats stink to high heaven...and they can be aggressive...this chap was both...in spades. As his rope didn't reach far enough for him to attack me, he turned his attention to the struts holding the pole steady. And he totally wrecked them. Within an hour they were in splinters and stank of pee...
We were offered a place for him in an animal refuge way up in the Ox mountains...but that is a long story in itself which can wait for another time.
After the Billy goat was no longer tethered to the pole, I had a proper look and picked up the bits of stick which was all that remained of the supporting struts...then I 'phoned the lecky company and lied in my teeth about how I'd just happened to notice the struts were quite rotten altogether and could they be replaced please.
A couple of days later a nice man called and looked at the destroyed struts and the pole and announced the pole needed replacing as well...and he'd put it in his report as a matter of urgency.
After the lorry had driven away, we went out to investigate and found a brand new pole lying in the field...they'd obviously used the hoist thing to lift it over the hedge and the wall.
It'll probably lie there for the next eight years before a couple of blokes come to erect it...