A Return To The **** Hole

The morning after completing on the land I walked along the road and up the steep steps of the public footpath that cuts around the site. On arrival, I was greeted with a bottle of cava and four cans of beer from the neighbours. It’s going to be a great place!

Whilst chatting with Dylan (the now-former owner of the plot) I discovered that the site used to be a midden. Now, for those of you who’ve only ever known internal bathrooms and toilets that flush into the main sewers, middens were the places to which you barrowed and dumped your ‘soil’ (that’s human effluent for those who don’t want to say crap and pee). I now see why the local council were so concerned about noxious gases percolating the planned property!

The sun was shining and I spent a long time chatting to Dylan and Veronica and picturing the new house in its cess pit.

We’ve also been thinking about house names. Our current favourite, given that the area is known as Folly, is Folly Wood - or for those of us who like a pun - Follywood; in white letters on the hillside!

However, I’m now thinking DunCrappin’ might be more appropriate.