The Pig Farm

[poliphilo]

It's quite warm in the sun. I can smell the pig farm.

I've never seen the farm, I'm not even sure where it is (down Bardsley way, I think) but once in a while- not very often I'm glad to say-  I receive unquestionable evidence of its existence.

Comments

[craftyailz.livejournal.com]

are you sure it's not the rabbit smell spreading down the street?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

No. Pigs enjoy a richer diet than rabbits. You can tell.

[sovay]

but once in a while- not very often I'm glad to say- I receive unquestionable evidence of its existence.

There used to be a paper mill near where my grandparents lived in Portland which functioned rather the same way.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I would have expected paper mills to be odourless...

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

Sulfur dioxide is just one of the more dominant themes of the toxic cocktail wafting out of a paper mill. My father worked for the mother plant of what was then the West Virginia Pulp and Paper Company, that pioneered the green-liquor process. The smell even today will bring tears to your eyes or worse, when the wind is blowing just right, and they have cleaned up their discharge considerably since I was a child.

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

When I was growing up in Romsey, the town usually smelled of malt from the brewery next door, but manure from the fields were a regular note in the municipal bouquet. At college in York, it was chocolate: Terry's to the south and Rowntree's to the north provided regular olfactory proof of the existence of Kit Kats and Chocolate Oranges.

I'm not sure I could grow to love pig shit in quite the same way.

[calizen.livejournal.com]

Ah, sir, my condolences, 3 miles from us is a brewery with all the hops and 3 blocks from us used to be a bakery with fresh bread and chocolate chip cookies.

I'm glad we never had a pig farm added to the brew.