Fire

In the cold light of day, last nights inferno seems like a small conflagration. But on inspecting the photographic evidence I collected this morning, it is clear that the blaze was of hellish proportions.








While I was taking the photographs 3 gentlemen arrived, presumably owners of the cars. I overheard them discussing the damage, how terrible it was and how, if they ever found out who started the blaze, they would “kill the bastard”. Understandably I would feel the same had it been my car. It appears that on initial investigation the fire was started deliberately in the car at the end (the whitish one in the picture not the black one). The car in the middle is unidentifiable and the number plates have all melted. I feel for the people who lost their cars there. I remember when we lost the green nasty in similar circumstances.