Hmmm, just been pulled by Grampian's Finest (aka the local Constabulary) on my way home from doing a talk at the Central Scottish Section of the VMCC! More tomorrow, or should I say later today, but the good news is you don't have to come and bail me out.
Right, so there I was, heading home, minding my own business when my phone went 'ping', so being a law abiding citizen, I pulled into a field entrance to check it, suspecting that it might be Mrs BC checking to see if I'd forgotten to put the chickens away. Then I spotted the car that had been coming the other way had gone past, then stopped, and was now reversing back to where I was parked. Well, being a girly out in the middle of nowhere at what must have been midnight or beyond, I decided the best bet was to move on. Then about half a mile further on, my mirror was full of flashing blue lights and blazing headlights. Humbug. All I wanted to do was get home and go to bed (after shutting the chickens away of course). So I pulled over, rolled the window down and the nice policeman requested that I join them for a chat in their vehicle. After a 'what brings you out at this time of night on these little back roads' quiz, we established that the cop doing the questioning also has poultry, and recommends a light sensitive pop-hole that you can adjust to shut at certain light levels so that the chickens are all safely shut away before dark - only works though if the hens are trained to go in the shed before the door shuts! We had a grand little chat about ducks, geese, badgers and foxes but I couldn't get him interested in joining the VMCC. Through the course of the conversation, he also established that I wasn't drunk, nor had I been drinking at all (I'm just a naturally merry person), so I was free to go. Got the local paper the next day and found out that there's been a bit of a drink/drive crackdown in these parts lately - was relieved to see the name of GBC didn't appear in it!