Tuesday, 27 October 2009

S a bit of a farmyard aroma around here today

Pig muck is being spread in the vicinity somewhere. It's a mild, damp day with little breeze and the pong hangs heavily in the air. I don't mind, it's a natural smell and there with a good purpose - one can't agree with farmers using manure instead of artificial fertilisers and then complain about the smell. Well, people do, usually the sort who move to the country for the peace and quiet and then discover it's just as noisy, only different. But we're easy-going round here and take things as we find them, usually.

This village doesn't have much outward community spirit, in fact. There's an annual Village FĂȘte, the Bowls Club, a football team and the village pub, but the town is only a mile away and hardly anyone both lives and works here and they tend to go to Yagnub or Norwich for entertainment. The church isn't exactly the hub of the community, although the school receives strong support. A few years ago there was a bit of a problem there and we discovered just how much the village thinks of their school. Otherwise, there's never much going on here. However, it's all friendly and pleasant, and somehow people do seem to know what's going on and be ready to help out. They just won't bother you. Or complain about every small problem.

Quite gratified that the first of the ordered items - well, several, three parcels-worth - has turned up already. Two of the other three orders have been sent so I expect they'll arrive tomorrow. It's retail joy around here and I can feel the wrinkles soften already, even though the face stuff is what hasn't been sent yet. I expect it will have been by close of play today though. They're very reliable. As it is, I've got a lovely lot of stationery to unpack, including several reams of paper. It seems absurd that it can be cheaper to have paper delivered than go to buy it myself, but there we go. And it saves me having to carry it, and my petrol.

14 comments:

Dave said...

When I lived in Loddon, I'd mentioned our sandy soil to a farmer-friendm who dropped off a trailer-load of pig muck on our drive, right next to the front door.

I was instructed to move it quickly. The smell was rather ripe.

Z said...

Pig muck is best for sandy soil. It is quite fruity though.

Sheep muck is best for begonias, by the way. Since sheep usually live outdoors, the best thing to do is collect a few of their droppings and make liquid plant feed of it.

Dave said...

(Can't be bothered to correct typo in last comment).

I believe the Sage is at the dentist tomorrow. Will your post-title be alluding to that?

Z said...

Typos in comments are to be expected. Actually, I hadn't noticed.

Indeed it will, Dave.

Christopher said...

No animals for manure round here (it's all vineyards, olive groves and cherry orchards), unless you drive miles to collect it. However I'm looking forward in the spring to trying a new compost largely based on degraded disposable nappies.

Z said...

Humanure, Christopher?

Z said...

Just had an email to say that the final order is on its way. Fabulous service from everyone. I'm really impressed.

Four Dinners said...

Yagnub???? Gimme a break! There cannot possibly be anywhere called Yagnub....;-)

You're quite right to. The countryside just has different noises.

Better noises I'd say...

luckyzmom said...

It is nice to know that I can be vibrant, sparkling, translating into warmth and sensuality.

luckyzmom said...

Much better than pig muck.

Z said...

No, read it backwards 4D. Mind you, it's still an odd name. When I first visited here, the night time sounds kept me awake. For a town girl, cows mooing and owls hooting was a novelty.

Worth forking out 30-something pounds for, I should think LZM. If they send me a free sample with my order I might consider it.

lom said...

Pig muck, good for clearing the Sinus

Ad said...

Some people bought a recently built house in a village 5 miles away that backed onto a farm. Suffice to say these people were not from the 'country' and at the first whiff of muck spreading tried to take the farmer to court regarding the smell.

We also have a local dairy that if it has a contaminated batch or waste milk, waits until it curdles and gives it to the farmer next door to spread. It certainly gives the trip to Harrogate a certain quality.

Z said...

I've read about newcomers who force people to get rid of their cockerels and who campaign against the church bells being run on a Sunday. I think the smell of a fieldful of sour milk is a bit off though.