Rubbish

Most mornings I cycle along the path at the side of what were once, I guess, lock-ups for residents of the flats nearby to store those bits and pieces that we all acumulate and tend to save as 'you never know when it will come in handy ....'

The locks all seem to be broken and the only things inside them seem to be old bits of wood and rotten carpet. They've been like this for ages.