interpret the following image differently. How you?
I was tootling through a woodsy bit of trees fringing Queens Park, right alongside Queens Drive. And happened across this—
—tucked away where it wasn’t open to casual observers.
SO IT ASKED
a lot of questions. At first and subsequent glances it looked like a child’s lunchbox, for school.
Not there long, by the look of it. A couple of days at the most … and it had been fairly demolished. Not just a casual drop and explode, impact damage falling from no height onto soft leafage; no, a wildly enthusiastic beat-up.
TO MY JAUNDICED EYE
it looked like yet another sad case of ‘bully’ damage. I think some poor wee fellow would have had to explain away a missing lunch box (and raging appetite) to his loving Mum when he got home after school that night.
Yes … look at the contents of that trampled lunchbox. Nicely wrapped roll, quality box—I imagine that if there were any choccies or candy it went the way of all loot before the box got jumped on.
Then again, my jaundiced eye could be wrong—
—but the ubiquitous eternal Hydra still has many faces.
A ‘POST SCRIPT’ FOR SCOTTIE—
(see ‘comments’ … )
—the two nearest schools are at top of park.
The demolished lunch box was in the trees (close to King Street) which are more concealy than they might look. Not that anyone driving past along Queens Drive would look anyway … as zoomed in below:
—position of indicator thingy only approximate. Good luck, Detective Scottie~!
Much of the park is golfing course—an awareness of possible flak is a requirement when crossing the scare-ways; and many a time I’ve been rabbiting about amongst the shrubbery looking for mushies and things when balls have clattered through the greenery overhead. (What guys lack in marksmanship they make up for with uninhibited enthusiasm …)