21st July 2019
I was determined to bury the dog poo composter, and as the temperatures was a little lower I grabbed the spade and went for it. I decided to work fast as I thought the sweat would not have time to seep through my tee shirt. This however was rubbish as is most my theories.
Within minutes two wet patches appeared in a cool Bruce Willis way.
I dug down, removing the roots as I went. The soil was so sandy, it didn’t take too long to reach the necessary depth, I lowered the composter into the hole, making sure it was level. I gave the honour of tossing the first shovelfuls of soil to Kelli, for which I’m sure she will remember for ever.
I finished the filling in, then came the important part, adding the first poos. I had collected them over the past two days so they were good and ripe. We had to add the water with the enzymes to start the composting process, followed by a lot more water. With the soil being so sandy the water drained quickly. I kept adding more water, and more, but it kept disappearing, that is when I stopped, otherwise the lake would have overflowed.
A least we have a place to put the poo that is underground and not in the wheelie bin.
Later we went up to the in-laws for dinner. Greer brought her boyfriend Dylan, for the first time, he had the pleasure of the family inquisition. I had gone through the same experience many years ago myself, I just told them I knew the Queen, that seemed to make them happy.
Another Lifetime to go 