my uncles used to use live sheep as rafts and have races on them in the river,they allso found a dead black man one day in the wash ,who had drowned they tied him to a tree trunk and kept going back for days to see how much of him the rats had eaten,it was only the fact that my uncles wernt eating there dinners ,and looked a bit green around the gills that alerted my gran, who had them followed by local plod, oh those halcyon days of summer