A trip to the dump is one of my great pleasures in life â and Iâm not alone
âThe gruff camaraderie, the clang of rubble against metalâ: Richard Godwin, locked and loaded. Photograph: PÃ¥l Hansen/The Observer
âThe gruff camaraderie, the clang of rubble against metalâ: Richard Godwin, locked and loaded. Photograph: PÃ¥l Hansen/The Observer
Everything has its place at the dump, no matter how abject or broken. No wonder there were queues when it reopened after lockdown
Sat 22 May 2021 10.00 EDT
A couple of miles from my home, down on the other side of the motorway, in a semi-industrial scrubland of building-supply merchants, gearbox specialists and a mysterious warehouse called Limbs and Things, lies the Household Waste Recycle Centre. At least, the council calls it the âHWRCâ; everyone else calls it the dump. I have visited this enchanted acre seven or eight times this past year, and I always emerge feeling happy and serene. I see it as m