The Man of Letters and the Worm Farm

After the first flush of Spring, and perhaps into her "Indian Summer", the Green Goddess has discovered her own "comrad of the quill". The Goddess and her correspondent in the Faraway Verdant Isle, the Man of Letters, discuss high philosophical issues and prescribed texts. The Man of Letters is charged with the education of young noble men and women at an institution established in praise of the Famous Saxon Warlord. The battle drills and the jousting have been replaced, to some extent, by the acquiring of culture and the glory of rugby.

Although the Man of Letters resonates with the classic texts, it is with the issue of food waste that we have most recently corresponded. The Man of Letters did suggest to the powers that be that perhaps the keeping of pigs would be a practical solution to the issue of food waste from the dining halls. He was, however, stumped on two points: firstly the pigs required a licence to be farmed and a tax to be paid to the local feudal overlords; and secondly, the issue of what would happen to the pigs themselves as they bred or headed towards their dotage? Could they be eaten?

Now to the Man of Letters, the original vegetarian apiarist himself, this was not a solution! This is where the Green Goddess stepped in with a novel solution: a worm farm instead! No qualms about worms breeding or dying--just more of that wonderful earthy nectar, "worm juice", to compost the soil.

I think I can hear the Famous Saxon Warlord turn in his grave!