The axles on a trailer carrying about a dozen black plastic wrapped bales of silage proved unequal to the task & collapsed, well & truly spavined & spatchcocked, in the centre of the village, right where there is a complicated kind of cross road where the heavy stuff comes in to the industrial estate, & right at the time when most of the local shops are taking deliveries.
A bobby was on the scene when I got there, but he seemed to be content to watch while the traffic sorted itself out, which it was doing very efficiently & with a degree of good humour.
Then a traffic cop came, but again they mostly just watched, while a couple of farmers with rescue vehicles arrived – a trailer & a fork lift truck.
There were only two bales left to move by the time the bus got through, half an hour late.
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