Woke up nice and early one Sunday morning recently, with a view to checking out a place we have driven past many times. It was actually our second visit, having had our first cut short a few months back. The place is, apparently, linked to the Vintage Vehicle Society Lincolnshire Vintage Vehicle Society and the land belongs to the local councillor, as we found out in quite an aggressive encounter. Our first visit was also a sunday morning and we thought that, as there were few vehicles on the road and it should be a day of rest for all good people and pillars of the local community, we would be alright pulled over by the depot. It is a tiny compound containing a few pieces of rotting and rusting 'history'. We walked round the back, fired off a couple of shots and the next thing I knew my partner in all things UE ran past me and vaulted the wall saying there was another car at the gate. We spotted an old guy a distance away, weighing up what sort of risk we posed, so we sauntered round the front pretending we were photographing the wildlife. He confronted us and informed us he would call the police and tell them our registration number. I expect the police would be thinking 'God, not that old whinger again'. He ranted at us for a while, then told us he was the local councillor and gave us his card 'So you know who you're dealing with'. Crikey! I've got plans for that business card, when I get round to it 
. So, anyway, take two - it's peeing down but at least people won't be out playing community cop in the rain. I'm on my own this time, park down the road, use my rain coat to protect my nice jeans from the anti-vandal grease and get the shots I want. Not sure these carcasses are good for much, but I like them. Round the back of the bus depot, and also owned by the councillor, is an old windmill, sheds and a few more bramble covered chassis. An enjoyable hour except for the cold, soaked jeans. Forgive the odd rain spot 
The bus cushions!!
. So, anyway, take two - it's peeing down but at least people won't be out playing community cop in the rain. I'm on my own this time, park down the road, use my rain coat to protect my nice jeans from the anti-vandal grease and get the shots I want. Not sure these carcasses are good for much, but I like them. Round the back of the bus depot, and also owned by the councillor, is an old windmill, sheds and a few more bramble covered chassis. An enjoyable hour except for the cold, soaked jeans. Forgive the odd rain spot
The bus cushions!!
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