The Old Farmer Had Piles (of Cars)

The Brothers Chayne, whose sobriquets were trimmed from the cumbersome "Clinking and Clanking" to "Clink and Clank" and who were referred to as the Chayne Gang, ran an informal wrecking yard on their family apple orchard for at least fifty years that I know of (to end a sentence with a preposition). Piling things up in any sort of monumental configuration with the emphasis on "mental" was a favourite diversion from actually working. This set piece was was constructed as a tribute to nothing in particular and was erected with an enthusiasm that can only be fueled by an excess of alcohol. To the untrained eye it looked as if some practical purpose might have been served by the "piles" but in fact they were the products of an unleashed mechanical aesthetic that was not to be denied. "Art just doesn't happen, its created!" was the unlikely axiom of these two creators of rural art.