Yesterday's tour of Southland's wintering facilities was an eye-opener - the scale, the scale! This shed in particular was gargantuan - 198 metres long (you can just see the figures of the Councillors in the distance). So huge is the 'barn' that it has to be swept by a looks-like-a-flattened-Dalek-robot, that hums up and down the isle, whisking uneaten cow-meal away. Our female Councillors were particularly interested in the cow-stalls. Both tried out the bedding for comfort and seemed keen to get in early with a booking. Our host patiently explained the niceties and presumably offered a reasonable price. The blokes, meanwhile, went outside to look at the technology. Anything that moved attracted our attention and if it had gears, all the better. Councillor Currie and I found ourselves in the poo, again. Rowley's waving, not drowning.
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| Concrete and steel as far as the eye can see. |
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| Marion considers her stall while Ali settles into hers. |
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| The Dalek Sweeper. About the size of a spa bath. |
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| Over our heads in the brown stuff. |
