I came across this little lot one Saturday afternoon last September driving the back roads of North Wales, at first I just thought it was a dumping ground for old vehicles. I’m convinced it isn’t. There was no one around for the hour or so I was busy mooching.
Problem is when one is rubber necking you sometimes forget to watch where you are stepping ( hence why I’m always going arse over tit when there are brambles about: I digress).
I was just a mere split second from disturbing a couple of snakes having an alfresco session in the sun with by plodding size 10’s, I stepped back sheesh, that was a bit iffy. “Smile please” thank you, carry on!
There was one motor home that was open that had a small solar panel on its dashboard, guess power is needed to watch VHS (yes kids Netflix hasn’t always been around). Obviously not a lover of grot family viewing only
All the abandoned motors were locked! An expired passport and tinned food visible
Wonder where the kids are? Is there any symbolism in the way things are displayed?
Bits were reasonably clean and tidy, and these plant eaters take their health seriously, but come on FFS what sort of hippy wears plaid slippers?
Pickled eggs and a pint anyone?
So there we have it a band of strolling minstrels or fighters of the undead?