This appalling trail of devastation has not been left by a marauding mole, but by a hopeless urban guy desperately trying to figure out where his farm wastewater is discharged…
Every time I ask a different person, I get a different answer: “on the left towards the old house”, “on the right towards the garden”, “down to the road”, “in the centre down to the middle of the slope”, “don’t bother, there is no @#&! pipe”…
Well, there is one indeed, but only God seems to know where it goes. As for me, I am certainly not going anywhere, despite leaving no stone unturned … literally.
