I guess I am lucky to live in the wilds of Dorset. It's a rural area and I have gotten quite used to being held up on the bike / car on the lanes because Farmer Smith is walking the 'ladies of the pasture' to / from the milking parlour.
However this morning on my cycle to work I came round the corner to face a young lad on a bike in the middle of the road indicating road users to slow down.
I happened on the local hunt grooms walking the pack of hounds. I must admit I was little unnerved as they came up and sniffed me. The hunt hounds can't be kept as pets / lap dogs.
And the poop that was left behind wasn't scooped