(Inter)national Holy Well Day

In honour of (Inter)national Holy Well Day and freespiral, I present the closest I can get to a Holy Well today: the dustbin of St Fiacre, patron saint of gardeners. Look at the blue of the reflected sky! Look at the depth! Look at the foliage! Look at that meniscus! Look at the reflection of the not-so-holy photographer! 

The miracle of this well is that it converts weeds into a rich soil fertiliser, and will take only 30 days and 30 nights to do so. Not only that but, according to the the lore, by the end of this time even the most evil of weeds will have been rendered benign and can go onto the compost heap. Unfortunately the extracted evil passes into the air as the vile stench of anaerobic digestion but, praise be, this Holy Well has a lid. As, thankfully, does the compost heap.

The well is carefully located as far from neighbours as possible although should any of them decide they want to honour the well and its saint, their passage can be facilitated either by clambering over the nearby brick wall, or by means of exiting through one door, executing a neat U-turn and entering through another door, passing through a covered space than taking a concrete path to and then round the Sacred Brickpiles.