The fire in a bucket still burns in the chilly March air at 2pm. This site is under the arches of a motorway junction near Acton. I parked at the nearby B&Q and took these pictures. Every time I have been to Acton I have seen it. Managed to remember my camera today...
Above: A more distant shot of the site, clearly temporarily vacant, awaiting its resident's return and below, a clear and damning expression of how the dweller under the junction feels about this country, which has all but forgotten him or her. Tens of thousands of cars pass these arches everyday. Many must wonder whether someone lives here for real. They do...
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