Around this time last year I was driving along the coast and innocently found myself lost and running low on petrol. I pulled off the coastal road and found myself in a strange little town called Herne Bay. It was a little after dark and I was also thirsty so decided to grab a pint.
On my way to the pub a group of strangers approached me. One of them even had the cheek to pretend he was collecting money. They were dressed very strangely and smelled weird. I took some photos, filled the car up with petrol and drove home.
Before today, I have never spoken of that fateful evening. I think the photos tell a sordid tale.