The Fellowship of the Bin

What is to be done, about the mountain of garden waste? Today the burning question of our allotment was answered… in a way that left everyone unsatisfied. To be specific our allotment was on one side of the site and the bin was on the other. Ordinarily these complaints about having to wheelbarrow rubbish slightly further than we would like would sound hysterical, but it has to be understood that the journey from allotment to bin was a perilous one. Obstacles such as stairs and archways too small to fit a wheelbarrow through littered the route. One foul step and garden waste would spew out from the wheelbarrow on to the path. I felt like Frodo venturing across the dead marshes. Like him, I had a terrible burden to cast away and was aided on my quest by a fellowship of misfits. Frodo however only had to make his journey once while my trip from allotment to bin would be one of many.

The growing mound of doom.

Our Band of Merry Misfits.