When I went to sleep, last night, this truck was already parked up in front of me in the lay-by next to a derelict fuel station. It was atmospheric, and I quite liked the fact it was out of the way of people. I felt like that would give me the peace I needed to sleep as snug as a bug in a rug. The truck has a second trailer, and it was closed up tight. I didn't pay it much mind. When we got out for our morning walk, today, though, something looked a bit odd. The trailer was empty, open, lowered for loading and clearly designed to carry a vehicle. And it was pointing directly at Burt. I couldn't let it sit. After a short walk around the area, I moved to a public parking lot because I kept imagining returning to an empty space and wondering just what the heck to do next.

I'm sure it's just my imagination, though. Maybe he'd just off-loaded a car and hadn't closed up the trailer, yet. That makes sense. In a lay-by on the highway. Maybe he was just airing it, so it didn' get moldy. That's probably it. Hmm. Well, it didn't seem like a dodgy area, at least not until I saw these road signs.

Not today.