"But en mass there are trends."

Yep. En Mass when I were lickle there was a trend to move away from Latin to the vernacular, and congregations accepted this en masse.

We live at one end of a farm, a hundred acres of which, on three out of four sides around our house, the farmer plastered with raw chicken shit a week ago, and it hasn't rained since. Unless the wind is in the south, there's no way you could walk from home or do the gardening without feeling nauseous and gasping for breath (and forget hanging the washing out). I can drive to a deserted spot half a mile away as the crow flies and stroll on cliff tops on the South West Coast Path in the fresh air and take in stunning views. That's allowed. Which would you do?