25 August 2025

Digging a Cesspit After a week the Elsan was at high tide,thick bluish fluid lapping with foul flotsam.My sister’s new boyfriend arrived on cue.Dad marked out a square metre, the bladeof the trenching spade knifing throughlank grass, handed the spade to the youthand said he would fetch the pickaxe:there were bound to be rocks. In […]