At the side of the road, Drumsmittal, on the Black Isle.

This pile of horse shite manure would be darned good for garden, once it's rotted down a bit.

There's no use for the similar pile presented to the UK electorate over the past months. Thank goodness it's the General Election tomorrow, and the end of it... or this stage of it. The horse trading, reneging, and spinning will follow. What fun.