Y'don't say?

Wouldn't you think the padlock & chain, plus litter-encrusted mesh and chicken wire would be sufficient of a hint as to the state of affairs?

She Who must be Obeyed needed a mad, desperate, dash up to Carlisle. The duration didn't need to be long, so we trundled onto the small area outside the Rly station and leapt into a slot just vacated, for 20 mins. (Bugger! No time for a brew)

'Twas here I spotted this gem, and the ladies' is like unto it.
We had a couple similar in Penrith, but when they de-bogged us they filled them in sharpish and there's nary a trace. To the extent that when we emigrated to Penrith I was lost at first, because I intended to use them as a kind fixed navigation point and there they weren't.
:¬((