aka THE DUMP. Saturday's destination of choice after a major clearance of junk (including a wet bar!), cobwebs and spider egg sacks, from our termite infested garage and soon to be P's open workshop - seriously satisfying and wearying.
So the process: back up to a knee-high wall and throw your trash onto the tarmac the other side, whilst standing in the stuff that hasn't made it, before the biggest scooper truck on earth then rolls past... no sorting or sense of the environmental here. Pull away and wonder what you have done leaving behind Nottinghamshire's Langar dump and the guys who helped lug our stuff and sifted out crazy toys for the kids.
