HHOS (i)

[hirez]

On the way home, I heave to in a queue of traffic handy for Warmley, where there used to be a brickworks next to where there used to be a railway line. Now there is a park and a bike path, but the station survives as a caff. There is a furious revving and a screech of what should have been tyres, but which smelled to me more like fried clutch. I

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[mog_warbeast]

I concur with your location. I was all wtf when someone told me it was a shop.