The jaws get to work

The jaws get to work

The roof is ripped off the old Shell garage

The roof doesn't last long

A pile of metal builds up below

The garage is wrecked already

A scene of chaos

People roam around in the wreckage

We get burger in a box for Wednesday lunch

Some SwiftKey graffiti on a wall

The roof is nearly down

The roof over the pumps has completely gone

All that remains is twisted metal

Back home, we eat outside

Isobel, Harry and Fred in the garden