Tuesday, 5 May 2020

A Tour of the Dung Hills

 



 Cycling around the countryside is not all pretty flowers and fluffy bunnies.






 I see five dung heaps on my ride. Luckily, they are all within whiffing distance of the lane.






 



This one on the left is steaming in Upper Hardres

 Strictly speaking this on the right is not a dung heap, it is residue from a sewage farm. 

You can always distinguish it by its uniform black appearance and a distinctive metallic bouquet.





A nice vintage heap, displaying a reassuring crust for its age.



Do you know, you can even buy the stuff if you want to?

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