The world of the tip ...

This morning I threw some sodden cardboard into a yawning skip - I've made countless journeys to the tip, carrying varied loads in the boots of Peugeot estate cars - I've dumped pale shrivelled Christmas trees, shameless American pulps, off licenses of empty beer bottles, smouldering mags, hamster cages, unloved carpets, bundles of Fortean Times - 

Today, oldsters gingerly parked their Ford Corsas next to the skip for garden waste - the mobile phone mast zinged and crackled above my head - men in high vis yellow jackets emerged from a static caravan - a lorry reversed into the laager of skips - 

I stood upon a set of metal steps, leaning over the oubliette of cardboard - I felt a strange fascination for this edgeland, so near to gentle Wareham - 

Soon I would be counting swans upon the river, listening to women lunching in The Salt Pig - 

11.30

January 16 2014

Wareham Household Recycling Centre