war torn scarborough

in part of the never ending battle against ending up a total lard arse i've been going for brisk walks after work. yesterday i could've been forgiven for thinking i'm living in belfast or beirut (ok, i may be exagerating a little..) as in a 40 minute walk i passed two burnt out cars. now, this may be normal life for some people but i certainly don't expect to pass burnt out cars when going for a short walk in suburban scarborough.