Rotting cabbages

Industrialised agriculture is no pastoral idyll and one of the most characteristic smells around here is rotting cabbages leaves before the fields are ploughed again. 

There were just two of us at the Bridge today but it was not too busy so we were not swamped.  Michelle who is homeless and lives on the street wanted to make a donation as she had a little money this week.  In the end I negotiated the it down to 20p which is what we charge for second helpings (otherwise some would stay all morning and there is not enough space.) She wanted to give a lot more.  It is often the poorest who are the most generous.