Working "confidentially" at home, I took the dog for a long walk in the afternoon. Warm sunshine, cool zephyrs, sound of larks ascending. The wide flat landscape was empty of people.
Except at a compound half-way along a straight lane. Bungalow house with a big square area protected by a high metal fence, various pre-fab buildings inside. The compound was already filled with about ten white caravans, with another arriving.
This was not a holiday caravan park but the usual temporary accommodation for "agency" staff (effectively indentured servants - migrants of various kinds).
The house cannot have had mains drainage. It was too remote. They would have a septic tank emptying into a soakaway.
But where would the effluent from the caravans go?
Assuming the caravans are intended to house fifty or sixty people in all, that's a lot of night soil.
Presumably it is going into the dykes, completely untreated.
And there are hundreds of these temporary settlements all over the southern half of the county.
Except at a compound half-way along a straight lane. Bungalow house with a big square area protected by a high metal fence, various pre-fab buildings inside. The compound was already filled with about ten white caravans, with another arriving.
This was not a holiday caravan park but the usual temporary accommodation for "agency" staff (effectively indentured servants - migrants of various kinds).
The house cannot have had mains drainage. It was too remote. They would have a septic tank emptying into a soakaway.
But where would the effluent from the caravans go?
Assuming the caravans are intended to house fifty or sixty people in all, that's a lot of night soil.
Presumably it is going into the dykes, completely untreated.
And there are hundreds of these temporary settlements all over the southern half of the county.
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