We don't talk about the incident often, but one of my cousins once spent time in jail. He was innocent of course, and that eventually came to light, but the time of his imprisonment was awkward. My uncle managed to make ends meet by spending countless hours working on his allotment. I say allotment, but it was really a sloping field close to his home in mid-Cornwall. Anyway, my cousin was arrested right before potato planting season, and my uncle was rather stuck without him being there to help. His writing was none to good, but he wrote to my cousin: "so wish you wuz ere cuz kant plant me bleddy spuds, ground jus to ard". My cousin wrote back to him right away: "dont ye touch the field wile Im gone, ye stupid bugger. thats wer I burried the guns!". Of course, there's no privacy in jail, and the police intercepted the message. The next day, twenty of them turned over that field inch by inch, but they never found anything. Next day my cousin wrote again: "Ye can plant yer spuds now dad. Best I cud do from ere."