At least it's only flat on the bottom...

I walk past this car, owner unknown, most days when walking the rectory collie around the old reservoir. The tax disc is a couple of years out of date, I think, and as it's on a private road, I guess it must just have died where it was and been left. The tyres get flatter with each month passing, the leaves gather, the man-made object slowly returns to the constituent bits from which it was made. That's the general pattern, slow return to a natural, decayed state...