The story below reminds me of a time when I was younger and worked on
a farm. The Grieve told my cousin and me to dig a deep hole. It was a really hot
day at the height of summer and he would not say what it was for. All
manner of things went through our heads while we were digging it. Every
time we asked him if it was deep enough he just kept saying to dig it deeper.
Eventually he told us to go to the kitchens where they slaughtered the hens
and told us to bring a large 6 foot high metal bin round and to tip the contents
into the hole. I can still remember the stink to this day
It took us a few hours
to dig the hole but you've never seen anybody move so fast to fill it back in again
I can well understand what the residents in Comiston road had to put up with.http://www.edinburghnews.scotsman.com/our-region/edinburgh/morningside/unbearable-smell-that-resulted-in-city-street-closure-caused-by-chicken-meat-1-4177096
Fear knocks at the door, knowledge answers and finds nothing.