So we called in to see elderly Noreen Mardon, widow of the late Jack Mardon who was the vicar of st Andrew's in Cullompton 40 years ago.
While we were lunching with her in her tiny basement flat, she noticed rather a lot of policemen had gathered in the street just outside. So we went out for a bit of a gawk and to find out what was going on.
It was Saturday afternoon, wasn't it? And a very important football match was about to be played - and the police were ready for trouble-makers. We counted 31 constables there at one time. The local team (Cheltenham) were about to be relegated if they didn't win this particular match.
There were several police dogs on short leashes, and they were excitable, barking and snapping - although they were mostly interested in each other, and in a man who tried to walk past with a kid on his shoulders. We asked the friendly bobbies what the dogs were trained to do. "Bite people," they replied.
Apparently the important game was in fact won, and everyone went home happy - except the other team which wasn't from around there ...
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