Saturday 6th April 1935
Motor-cycle races at Brooklands, with Mad Willy. Screaming machines, lapping at 100mph. Stink of exhaust pipe fumes. Hurtling black specks in the distance.
Afterwards, tea and supper at a nice house – Willy’s. Introduced to his sister Kathleen, in a twilit room. Teas there in the shadowy firelight…
Left very late and came home along dark, rain swept roads, household asleep, clock had stopped. Glass of cider beside my bed.
Afterwards, tea and supper at a nice house – Willy’s. Introduced to his sister Kathleen, in a twilit room. Teas there in the shadowy firelight…
Left very late and came home along dark, rain swept roads, household asleep, clock had stopped. Glass of cider beside my bed.
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