From the wooded hillside, tents sit beneath a stack of concrete pipes.

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From a little way up the low wooded hillside behind camp, a wide, ordinary view looks down on a six-metre stepped pyramid of heavy concrete drainage pipes, its broad base firmly bedded on gravel. Three canvas tents are tucked into the lowest row, their entrances facing the clearing; woody thyme grows from gritty soil in the empty upper tubes. Beyond the sandy bar, still pools and tawny reeds stretch into the distance. Early November leaves are turning brown, and damp ground catches the soft sunset light. Two horses stand tied nearby, with saddles resting on a scuffed log.

Looks like a real photo, realistic detail, nothing overlaid on it. No readable writing anywhere: plain unlabelled gear, no slogans, no number plates.