There’s something in the air above Worksop, and it’s the horrible stench of animal poo.
At this time of year we should be enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of spring.
But not in Worksop. Depending on which way the wind’s blowing, we often have to endure the meaty and foul aroma of dung, wafting over from nearby farms.
True, it is slightly less noxious than the aroma of many Worksop people, but that’s not the point.
On a bad day you have to walk around holding your nose. I’m even thinking of buying of those idiotic surgical mask things they wear in China.
So, who’s to blame for this?
Well, it would be very easy to blame the farmers, so I will.