… that I’ve been here too long: I’m beginning to quite like the smell of sileage. Not slurry – that still smells like the worst nappy you’ve ever encountered, times a million – but when you walk past a stack of sileage bales there’s this warm, yeasty, fermenting-y sort of smell. It’s not exactly appetizing – not yet anyway – but I’m starting to find rather pleasant. Tell me you don’t feel the same.
Just me then?
I’ll get me coat…*
* and hat, gloves, fleece, and extra socks. It’s still perishing up here.