This week, whilst under the spell of the edgelands and trying to keep my mind there in order to write the series of short stories I am working on, I have been walking in the kind of places people don't like to be seen. You meet illegal fly tippers, joy riders etc. The joy ride could surely not be so satisfying without the edgelands burn out. To enjoy the thrill of theft, being in someone elses car, inside someone else, needs an orgasm to crown the practice. Leaving the vehicle clean and abandoned on a street for police to find must leave the joy rider unsatisfied. Only the burn out will do.
The assumption I was met with whilst photographing the illegal fly tips was that I must be a do gooder. A local homeowner angered by this fly activity. Fly tipping is a lovely term, it is of course carried out by flyers. You meet dog walkers who scoff at righteous pooper scoopers dressed in 70s clothes living out 70s morality.
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