If you go down to the lemon groves today : 2017 : Mar Menor, Spain

The motionless car stood sideways across the road with its four doors wide open. A road accident? Moving nearer, nobody was visible either in the car or on the roadway. The engine was running and its headlights were bright, but there was no sign of another vehicle or an obstruction the car could have hit. If not a traffic accident, then what had happened?
I was taking my daily early morning run, normally uneventful, along a straight, flat tarmacked 'agricultural road' that led three kilometres out of the Spanish village as far as the shore of the Mar Menor inland sea. When the summer heat became this oppressive, runs proved feasible only during the darkest hour just before dawn. Other than an occasional farmer on his tractor, the roads were empty at that time of day as village life did not awaken until ten o'clock. Something about the car up ahead of me was definitely not right.