A small village of containers has grown up on the forecourt. They catch the late afternoon sun, and the mesh fence grills them with rising shadows. A banner (see below) hangs slack against the fence. The windows of the warehouse offices are regular black rectangles while, on this side of the concrete kerb, pipes and wires straggle across the unfinished perimeter.
This got very fussy and uneven as the shadows shifted and changed their intensity.