AKA: The Dump

It's so difficult to be PC these days.  Himself loaded up the back of the car with old concrete from a current project (reducing the size of the garden 'water feature' - very much a work in progress) as well as other odds and ends that the bin men won't take.  And off we went to the dump ... oops, sorry, I mean the:

It's wonderfully organized and everything has its place: white goods, construction rubble & scraps, oil/gas, garden cuttings, electrical section, metal - the lot.  All the recycling bins are there as well, and donation bins for clothes, shoes, and books. You have to be quick to pick though ... there is a shop right there and the boys are quick off the mark to get anything of value! Thank goodness the shop was closed today as Himself loves a wee prowl through and rarely comes out empty handed.