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 down of the gate at the last moment. But instead two chunky white guys got out and one said hi, and that someone had been seen inside, as he unpadlocked the gate and went in. They can just be seen disappearing off around the side of the excavator in this picture.
I don't think they found anyone, it was presumably me that had been sighted and reported. But on this occasion I was out in the street, and could enjoy the rather pleasant comfortable feeling of not being found to be transgressing, or committing a possible trespass infraction and having to make a squirming apology while being escorted out. As in most things, being found on the right side of the gate is a whole lot less hassle.