One of the farmers at Tuesday's Farmers' Market in Falmouth (sometimes referred to, rather confusingly, as 'Truro Farmers' Market) is usually accompanied by one of his children, running around snotty of nose and muddy of face, eurgh, children, etc.
However this time I did overhear this week's child having quite an enthusiastic conversation with one of the shoppers, hereafter referred to as Posh Nice Lady.
CHILD: ... and then we got up, and the horse wasn't in the field, because it had got out, and then it turned out it had gone down the road and into a completely different field!
POSH NICE LADY: Well it was terribly clever of you to find it dear. However did you track it down?
CHILD: WE FOLLOWED ITS POO!!!!!!