Ahh, Leveller, my friend the carpenters Dad (same as was locked up in village lock up) used to be famous as the 'village poacher'. My mate when a kid had to fend off the local copper on his Dad's behalf: He told me about the time he was tasked with secretly supplying Mrs X from the village, a great bloody frozen leg of lamb what was sticking right out the freezer one day!
He said to me: "Yeah, my dad was a *proper* poacher!"

I bet if we all pooled our wee stories of "village life" on this thread we could come up with something to rival the bum off any Soap!