The Oil Well in the Woods.

I am brazenly telling anyone who'll listen that I'm currently working on an oil rig.
This, in my mind, makes me sound very masculine, hairy and ruffy-tuffy.
The truth is a little more prosaic.
I spend 2.5 hours a day cleaning the offices, changing rooms and canteen facilities on the rig.

There are 5 wells already producing (and have been doing so for about 15 years) oil. It says something about the price of oil when it's become economically viable to sink another shaft in this quiet part of the south downs.

The bit I clean (the beige bit) is much bigger than it appears in this picture

The rig operators are a German company and everything seems, to me at least, very efficient and alarmingly over-engineered.
They've drilled over a mile down, at time of typing, and still haven't hit the black gold yet.

This is all well (no pun intended) and good but the best bits of the whole site are the nodding donkeys that bring the oil up from the working wells:

Their action is super hypnotic and I daren't look at them in case I become transfixed, mouth wide open catching flies.

Of course I'm completely outraged by this selfish rape of mother earth and the consequent pollution the oil will undoubtedly cause yadda, yadda, but I got to eat baby.

Addendum:

On leaving the site today I saw a mountain biker on a mountain unicycle which seemed to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen in my life. I suppose there's a whole mountain unicycle sub-culture evolved since I was a pioneering mountain biker on this small muddy island.