This is the remote corner, the flipside. This is where ugliness is stored. Shadows are thrown around erratically and I wander around the area searching, but searching for what? Next to an enormous oak tree, the excavator stands frozen as if enchanted. Rust mixes with tree trunks, but the wild carrot is blooming. Long, glistening threads surround the tractor. A chain saw in the distance. Between the sleepers, ladders and roof tiles stands a sauna on wheels. It looks new. I peek inside and see that the door on the other side is open. Squeezing myself past decaying cages, I notice that the grass near the entrance is trampled. It smells cosy inside. The little stove is beckoning. 

I do understand – I would hide here myself. 

I leave the door open, the chain saw is drawing closer. A horsefly hovers around me. There is a rustle coming from above. And then with an enormous roar, the old oak tree drops a branch right in front of me. Moss is flying everywhere, dust covers my shoes. Be off, you!