I travelled lately where I had not been for many years, to a very much loved place. It was an enchanting glen set amongst beautiful hills, a true haven of uplifting beauty and peace. I turned a bend on the dusty road to my most favoured resting spot near a stream, and - horror of horrors – the remains of five motor vehicles, once sleek and shiny, - now become mangled heaps of wrecked, rusted metal – had been dumped on the hollow ground just off the roadway. These dastardly acts were no doubt, perpetrated undercover of the darkness of night! Sadly, I thought that this beautiful country where all people are made welcome could very well do without a small band of dastards, Visigoths and vandals!