I love those haunting shopping malls on the edge of town, where the car parks run into the first scraggy, rubbish-strewn wastelands that later become the countryside. The behind shop dumspsters full of cast offs to scavenge and upicycle, the lonely characters that spend their days hanging round the ersatz-vintage coffee shops selling organic Cappuccino and fat free mozzarella sandwiches.

Out on the road, looking for life before curfew. Here are some sunset car park clichés and a Sunday parking . Enjoy.