… 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.
No?
Just me then?
I’ll get me coat…*
* and hat, gloves, fleece, and extra socks. It’s still perishing up here.
There’s not much sileage to found here in surburbia so I really wouldn’t know!
It’s still perishing here, and everywhere, at the moment! xx
The smell is OK. The time to worry is when you start liking the taste!
William – I think I’ll worry when I start considering eating it.
Flighty – the nearest suburban equivalent is probably compost, another smell which can be pleasant
I feel the same. I was brung up with the sweet smells of hayseed and manure and they linger in my nostrils to this day.
I can’t stand the smell when they ‘muck spread’, I wll never find it pleasant! I love the smell of hay though, it’s a warm smell.
I’ve got two lots of compost on the plot which I’ll be combining into one at some stage so I’ll bear it in mind when I do!
As for ‘country smells’ – nothing beats the septic tank overflowing, coming home to find the kitchen sink & downstairs bath full of the backwash. People who’ve been badly flooded have an inkling – but at least that’s diluted. The best poo fountain we had was when the kids decided to flush their boat, made from a shoebox, down the upstairs loo. I got off the downstairs one pretty sharpish! Though I believe the japanese like toilets with integrated bidet
What is it today about sileage? Thought for the day this morning had the phrase ‘If the sileage bag of fate hits the windscreen of your car…’. Still, I know what you mean about the smell, it’s not entirely unpleasant.
We treat our septic tank with immense care and reverence & just hope we never get to experience its displeasure.
I think lots of people (i.e. me, before I moved here) muddle up sileage with slurry, which is the stuff that really gives us that ‘fresh country air’ smell.
** scarf … you forgot the scarf!!
And that’s just indoors…
Freak.
I like the smell of silage. It makes me feel like a kid again.
Steve – indeed
Kal – plus you know how to spell it, it seems. Whereas I don’t… the advantages of a rural childhood