About a month ago, a fire razed an old scrap metal yard in our wharf area to the ground. Graders are still clearing the dejected-looking site. When they cut their engines, nothing stirs. Metal in every shape, size and colour huddles up in corners as if reluctant to leave.
In the building next door, a team of joiners play Salmonella Dub and go about their work.
And where you, dear Claire, find inspiration!
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