A lovely evening and a growing craving for white chocolate meant an impromptu cycle ride to Lidl by way of the demolition site. The crashing that could be heard, and felt, from there early this morning had been tremendous, and unexpected, as everything that could be flattened had already been flattened. It was as if they had to resort to knocking excavators over. What was going on? As per usual machinery had been parked inside the gate, blocking the view, placed there to protect the scrap metal being trucked out by thieves. After a couple of minutes stood in the road making a few sweep pans I could hear a vehicle approaching at high speed on the road behind me. Without looking back I wandered over to the pavement. The car maintained speed, and seemed to be on course to hit into the gate when it braked shaprly and skidded crookedly to a halt. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air - which I pathetically failed to take a picture of. Thieves, I presumed who had bottled the battering