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I moved a van!

The neighbours a couple of doors down have had a huge van parked in their driveway - and across the footpath - for the past few weeks. The only way around it is to go onto the road at the driveway before it, and then go along the road to the corner, and get up on the kerb ramp there. It's a busy road, so it's pretty dangerous. I've been taking Dexter for his walks in the other direction, to avoid it. Adding to this, they've been chucking out piles off stuff onto the kerb, which seems to have blocked access for walking people, too. However, the council has done a kerb-side pick-up recently, so at least that has been cleared.

There's no reason why the van should be parked like that, as there is a reasonable amount of on-road parking around, and usually plenty in that part of the street.

I've been meaning to take photos of it and send it to the council, so the owners can be asked to move it (I would knock on their door and ask them, but the massive van blocks all access to the place, as well as the footpath), and finally remembered tonight. So, while Dexter was having some pre-shopping wees, I took a few shots of the van, from both the side and from the road, to show how thoroughly it was blocking everything.

As I was taking a close-up of the number plate from the middle of the road, someone came out of the house and stared at me. I stared back, and as there was traffic coming, got off the road. By the time I turned back, the guy was gone.

When I got back from my shopping, the van was also gone! Win! I haven't seen it move for weeks and weeks, so it's nice to have access back along the footpath. I don't suppose it's been moved permanently, but if it comes back, I'll take some more photos and email them to the council.

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