Sunday, April 20, 2008

Saturday 3rd December 1938

Lois and I went to old Wolfhampcote. Drove cross-country, via Stortford, Bedford and Northampton. Lois relieved me at the wheel for a stretch of twenty miles. We came to Wolfhampcote just after sunset; Flecknoe way. The road became rougher, until it was a grassy track that seemed to lead nowhere. I noticed that, for the first time, when I saw Angel’s eyes sparkling and heard her excited laugh. Wood fires and lamplight, again.

Through the night, trains roared past the house, into and out of the cutting below.
Still, silent Wolfhampcote – until a trains passing fills the night with noise, making the house shudder.


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