HotBin, which gobbles everything (chicken bones? No problem!) and turns it into delicious crumbly compost in a matter of weeks at an intense heat.
But I’d heard so many stories about inexplicable gloop eruptions and the HotBin’s rapacious hunger and envisaged myself staring at the lid thermometer like Bake Off contestants do their ovens.So I plumped for the Aerobin.
It’s insulated, so also deploys heat to enable speedy composting, but has a pipe in the middle that aerates the mess inside.
There’s no neuroses-inducing thermometer. It’s a good middle ground, and tucks neatly around the side of the house. I spent a happy Sunday morning weighing newspaper balls (eight sheets of the newspaper accompanying this magazine is the perfect number for.
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