Shadows Cast

Got the morning chores out of the way and headed for Haresfield Beacon in the Cotwolds. Sunny, very breezy and most pleasant until, that is, I got back to the car. Someone had deliberately scratched the door of the car, over 12 inches long and just like you could do with the end of a key. There was no mistake that it was deliberate. I've really looked after my pride and joy, mid life crisis or not. Sickened. What makes people do this sort of thing?