Friends of ours stay on a private road, so private that it’s little more than an earthy, gravel track that winds through some trees before you are suddenly confronted with two ‘new build’ houses which have recently sprung up, a few metres on you turn in to get to our friend’s house.
The entrance to this track, and the first 100 metres or so of it, are visible from the road you turn off, and then it veers right behind some trees and at that corner is the first ‘new build’ house.
Presumably the couple who stopped their car in the middle of the track thought it was just a gravel track that led nowhere. I say presumably because I would’ve thought privacy would’ve been the main concern in this situation. Obviously privacy was the last thing on their minds.
Shagging was, evidently, the first.
Having left our friend’s house, and driven down the track to find a car blocking our way, it did take us a few secs to realise that the car hadn’t actually been abandoned but was indeed rocking back and forth in a very obvious (and rhythmic) way.
I dipped the headlights and watched the silhouette of someone fumbling to put a jumper back on before clambering into the driver’s seat and moving the car. The long haired second person popped her head up long enough to register that, yes there WAS a car sitting behind them, before disappearing again.
We didn’t look at them as we drove past, and I wasn’t even allowed to peep the horn.