Plan B.

At least I had a plan, of sorts. Which seems to be more than this lot had.
Plan A was to do the butcher run then hurtle out into the Lakes somewhere, or the top of a pass, for a bit of a camera practice session, as opposed to a pointy shooty.

Not that long ago this lot was a grassy bank, leading down to a soccer pitch. Then, in this austere age when we're supposed to be drawing our financial horns in, they started this lot. There may very well be more photos of it.
In this instance I spotted the fact that unruly sprogs are very likely to be coming hurtling up from the field below and then shooting to the left of the metal railings, through the narrow gap, and rolling back down the hill whence they came.
The other curious thing is that it is built for wheel-chair access only part of the way down and then it splits into two parallel paths: one for wheel-chairs and one with an identical gradient with steps so shallow one could wheel a chair down them.