An edgy feeling in an edge place.
It drifted around and around and around europarc way in search of something.
The executives gorged on their all day breakfasts on a separate table to the factory workers.
A radio cackled along Origin Way next to a bit of orange rope.
A sodden newspaper was suspended in the Beechwood Farm brambles with the faded text ‘thinktank’ ‘economy’ ‘loss’ ‘cost’ £100 Billion.’