Always on the look out for something to photograph, I came across this curious little place whilst on the B2102 to Brightling. At first, it appeared to be a typical graveyard for old cars, but I soon realised that all of the cars were Jaguars, the quintessential English luxury car. There is something unusually fascinating about photographing decaying objects left outside in the elements. Perhaps it reminds me of the impermanence of things or how with time, even the most precious of objects eventually succumb to nature. Either way I had a ball wondering around a muddy field filled with lots of broken old cars, strangely feeling at home amongst them.