Friday, March 30, 2007

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.

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