Not far from me, if you go up to where the witchfinders once roamed, where jackdaws chuckle from the treetops and devil's coach-horse beetles scuttle across your path, cursing you with their scorpionesque tails, this is where you'll find...
... the caravan park from hell!
Oh, what horrors lie in wait behind those mildewed panels?
A broken door, a broken window... there's something sinister about the way that curtain hangs half in, half out, as if trapped whilst trying to make its desperate escape...
...as barbed wire spikes and stinging nettles conspire outside
Wait - is that a shadow I see moving behind the grubby nets?
(But I do love the way the patterns in the mould seem to perfectly mimic the intricacy of the lace...)
I'm glad to say there really is an innocent explanation for these creepy caravans - but why spoil a dark flight of fancy?!
