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Originally Posted by MargaretR
When I was a child we used to spend weekends at a farm in Ingleton with no mains drains - I have used one - it had a double holed wooden board over the short drop to the pile - YUK!
Why seating for two? - it wasn't as though you would need conversation whilst you did it - anyways you can't converse whilst holding your breath.
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Our caving hostel was at Braida Garth,Kingsdale Margaret, we had a chemical bog but as callow youths who was gonna chip in any beer money for any Elsan Blue? Les in the Marton Arms got first dibs on our brass, & there were times in high summer when whosoever was elected to empty it had to use a demand valve and diving bottle to breathe as he carried it out.