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.

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[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.