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Compost dark brown, fairly damp, quite a few worms and a faint smell of animal glue. Or rendering plant.

Removed from bin and then sieved to produce something not too far away from what we might otherwise buy from the garden centre, at least in appearance. Filled up the various buckets and garden containers to hand which now await distribution by BH. In the garage for safekeeping in the meantime.

The sieve caught one dessert spoon which had probably been there for a couple of years, but being stainless steel none the worse for wear. BH now into sterilisation cycle just to be on the safe side. A lot of bones. Quite a few beef ribs, miscellaneous bits of sheep and pig and one turkey breast bone. Oddly, given that we consume a fair amount of the stuff, no oxtail bones. The sieve catchings were scattered on the landfill site a few yards away from the compost bin.

I thought to mark the occasion by placing one of my concrete art works (illustrated) at the right angle of the 3-4-5 triangle formed with the hypotenuse running from the compost bin to the landfill site. Compost bin at the 3-5 angle, landfill site at the 4-5 angle. Hopefully, in years to come, some bearded television archaeologists will puzzle noisily over this cult site. Perhaps an underground cult of meat eaters formed around the time that the EU banned meat consumption in the wake of the considerable societal dislocation caused by global warming? Why else would there be these carefully placed artefacts in an area otherwise devoid of animal remains? On the perimeter of what had clearly been a circle of small beech trees, well known for their cultic associations in this part of western Europe. Was the concrete art work really a sacrificial stone, or perhaps something on which to joint the furtively barbecued meat? Was it all a throw back to a Pythagorean cult?

With apologies to Hašek who had the idea first.