Mr Finleyson said to Gilbert, "Turn around and look straight down to the bottom of the car park, the riot police have moved in and are arresting everyone they see! They're slinging the rioters into those Transit vans and the big blue transporters. We are going to have to make our move to drive out of here, via the show grounds, within the next few minutes, while the police are all down at the far end of the car park. If we go now we won't be spotted. It should be plain sailing all the way"! Mr Finleyson started the engine, put his foot on the clutch and into first gear. He was about to take his foot off the brake and slowly take his foot off the clutch, when there was a loud tap, tap, tap against the passengers window where Martha was. Both Mr Finleyson and Gilbert looked over at the window where the tapping was coming from. There stood a policeman in full riot gear, tapping on the window with the end of a baton. The sight of him startled Mr Finleyson, as he didn't see the policeman approach the Land Rover. Where did he come from and from what direction? He leaned over where Martha sat and rolled down the window and said to the policeman, "Can I help you officer"? The policeman said, "What are both of you doing here? And why is your Land Rover not destroyed like the rest of the vehicles in this car park"? He then said to Mr Finleyson, May I see your driving license and registration documents please"? While he rummaged about in the glove box looking for the registration, he noticed the policeman was staring down at Martha. All he could think of at that point was that Martha behaved herself. He saw her look up at the policeman and cock her head to one side, staring back at him with her little black, beady eyes. Mr Finleyson leaned over Martha and handed his license and registration documents to the policeman. He then said to him, "My name is Oliver Finleyson and I drove down here from Scotland, where I am a farmer and breeder of hens. I came here to show my hens in competition. In the back seat is a friend of mine and fellow breeder and competitor, Gilbert Davidson, who's also from Scotland. I arrived this morning to compete and I was registering my hens when the trouble started. Gilbert and I were caught up in the melee that took place." He paused and continued, "We ran for my Land Rover to hide abd take shelter from the rioters. We have been here all day! As you know every event and competition was cancelled early on."