The birds gather on the “Autcrowbase”
Has it really been seventeen years since I first set my eyes on the toxic waste operation at Rattlechain lagoon? I was only looking for some swans, it might have been better if I had never set foot done that path, but what would this site now look like, and would they still be dumping waste there?
I’ve also sometimes been challenged by those who have a vested personal interest in the site, the schemers, as to what I would do with it— this is after 60 years of toxic waste tipping long before I was born, and will still probably be there long after I am gone. I wasn’t party to the dim-witted fools on the West Midlands County Council hazardous waste committee back in 1977 who allowed Albright and Wilson a continued licence to spill. I do however know that one of them is still alive and kicking and living in Langley.
I am just a witness passing through history and chucking a few bricks into a pool. Do I have answers, feck why should I have any? I am not a scientist, I have no pecuniary interest in this site, nor do I want to use it for dumping waste into to flog the land off for housing, so a few people can be conned into buying houses on top of a toxic waste dump.
The story teller doesn’t write the script, and nor does he direct the action. His task is just to observe, record for posterity, and screw up the plans of the schemers whose task is to make people forget the story.
An observer at the lake of death
