Last night i took a stroll,the furthest i have been yet, to apiece of land that looked promising only to discover three men who i heard before i saw them,slightly the worse for drink i believe,they were walking the plough shining torches this way and that,taking the occasional shot (sounded like a .410 ) and generally making a racket,so not wishing to be mistaken for some form of quarry i withdrew and carried on strolling across an adjacent field,as i reached the far hedge i heard the sound of a vehicle stop where i had just come from and the night took on a blue flashing hue.As to the end res