Roadside 'Safe' ty...

I love wee instances of implied story. A small scene that hints at a larger story.

This is the scene that I met just before we hit the bridge this morning. I'd constructed some white van getaway screaming round the Ferrytoll roundabout, finally cracking into the safe to plunder it's booty and discarding the box whilst they sped northwards.

It was gone by the home commute so either the police are peeling my fingerprints aff it as I closed the door for a better shot, or some gypo is hocking it for it's considerable metal resale content.