You get to a point on a compost heap and there is no more that you can use from it. I have reached that point so today I started to clean the heap and spread it out so that it is even and new garden waste can be added. The most interesting thing about doing the job was not how much Miscanthus ate of the heap but the sweet smell, it took me back to my childhood and the same smell that I use to smell when the dairy farmers fed their cows in the winter, the smell of grass that has fermented, silage. I could not get enough of the smell of it, it was good to be reminded of my childhood, I had a good one. I will now have to break into next years heap tomorrow.