I parked a little further up Slack Lane than last time and found a clearly worn footpath through some scrubland heading towards GZ. The birds were singing and the sun was starting to shine - together with a couple of horses in the nearby field, it was a pleasant little oasis of wildlife in an otherwise industrial area. The path lead to a narrow pathway bordered by a steel fence on one side and wooden fence (made from railway sleepers?) on the other. I looked in several likely places before finding the right one. The container was a little damp inside, but I managed to sign the log and walk happily back to the car listening the birds.
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