Shining Road of Sparkling Diamonds

I mentioned in one of my earlier ride reports that in some places here the roads sometimes sparkle in the sun. I postulated some sort of quartz rock in the aggregate.  It seems the explanation is more mundane but still quite interesting.


One way of recycling glass in this country where vast distances make many forms of recycling uneconomic, is to grind up the glass and add it to the road metal (or gravel as they call it here) used as aggregate.   Everyone can use a supplement to road metal.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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