A-road toward Cheddar Gorge, Mendips, April. A burnt caravan was the starting point, but I moved outward into what surrounded it: abandoned trailers overgrown with branches, corroded pumps, asbestos panels weathered by decades, industrial buildings half-used and slowly surrendering. I was comparing two scales of dereliction — the sharp loss of fire damage and the creeping loss of abandonment. Yellow barriers mark the crisis. Moss marks time.
