It'll be a sad day when the last derelict is hoovered-up from the landscape. As much as when the last Dales barn has been converted into a holiday home, and the last grounded van body weighed-in.
What will the landscape be without chancing across a rotten car from a previous generation, a token reminder of how things once were? A broken-backed leafer languishing amongst briars and nettles is more a part of our heritage than a show-room fresh facsimile in a lottery-funded air-conditioned motor museum.
They're as important as the tin mines, the mills, the garden villages, crash-sites and Stonehenge. It's not for the woolly liberals to decide which bits of history to keep and which to erase, try as the National Trust might!