Not that Harris had to deal with the modern scourges of flytipping and discarded cars, littering his environments.
The detritus of the war and forces occupation messed his illicit travels; but no-doubt we shared the
same experience of finding bottles and the remnants of trysting places.
The chavs were no doubt responsible for some of this, leaving their trademark Diamond White gut-rot scattered
around like the tags of an illiterate graffiti artist.
“Keep Out”. A valiant attempt but far too late.