So, back in the day, there used to be the North Cotswold Planning Sub-Committee composed of county councillors who, in those days, were mostly retired regimental types of varying ages over 60.
The committee would make site visits if there was an application which was the subject of controversy locally.
And so it happened that the North Cotswold Planning Sub-Committee, composing seven people, were strolling sedately across Cotswold fields together with the County Planning Officer looking closely at plans for redevelopment of some derelict barns.
They were deep the Cotswolds and the sub-committee were strolling along a wide green path when Lt Col John Godman who was the oldest of the group, and only able to walk with the aid of his stick, stopped dead.
Ahead of him was a substantial pile of dung. He prodded it with his stick, declared “Hmmph. Elephant” and walked on.
The other committee members, taking account of Lt Col Godman’s great age and fragility, shook their heads doubtfully. The consensus, privately, was that it was obviously cart horse and the great man was losing it.
A mile further on, on a quiet road leading to a village, they found an entire circus parked up on the verges; a circus which included two elephants.