But I o see t Binfield house.

        I felt really bad t m. t    ever since I struck Lo tinuously from every opening time to every closing time. t    occurred to me till te,    really to do. t rip ed to so far—the booze.

        to td sg to and fro. My enemies, I t. t’s sacked to if it    to find Loo a kind of Dagen    like to see tting fuller and try turning into to it isn’t t at all. I don’t mind to merely spread like gravy over a tableclot people    to o live, and t if a factory isn’t in one place it’ll be in anoturesqueness, trified stuff, ter dis- not, it merely gives me tever    picturesque. Motiques t endy    like gateleg tables—s ys’. As for pey greasy stuff’, s. A, say     no you probably ’t reamlined milk-bar o look for it, and I    found it. A some even no got my teet for an aspirin and a cup of tea.

        And t started me t t Binfield er seeing o too see ed. A migoor-oil and paper bags. But maybe till t black fisill cruising round it. Maybe, even, it ill    day to t existed. It e possible. It    of ten brusrees gave o oaks round about t people don’t care to pee. Queerer things have happened.

        I didn’t start out till late afternoon. It must     four    and drove on to t and stopped and trees began. t took t-o make a detour round and e back to Binfield    presently I stopped to    trees seemed just to a bit of grass beside t out and    tillness, t beds of rustling leaves t seem to go on from year to year    rotting. Not a creature stirring except tree-tops     easy to believe t t great noisy mess of a too make my tle copse, in tion of Binfield . And Lord! Yes! t and apult ss, and Sid Lovegrove told us    my first fisty near forty years ago!

        As trees t again you could see tting    up a op, suc to see round a loony-bin. I’d puzzled for some time about o get into Binfield il finally it ruck me t I’d only to tell to put er t te ready to s I probably looked prosperous enougo e asylum. It    till I ually at te t it occurred to me to he grounds.

        ty acres, I suppose, and t likely to be more ten. t    a great pool of er for to droo live,    tes    tes I    ypes —loonies, I suppose. I strolled up to t. to fis mig to tside trees seemed to    muche pool.

        I stood for a moment, . t it rees s edge. It looked all bare and different, in fact it looked extraordinarily like ton Gardens. Kids s and paddling, and a fe in ttle oes , - o stand among t of pavilion and a s kiosk, and a e notice saying UPPER BINFIELD MODEL YACht CLUB.

        I looked over to t. It    used to gro tropical jungle, . Only a ferees still standing round ty- looking udor ies like t day at top of C a fool I’d been to imagiill t    tiny bit of copse,     been cut do    on my -sized to it lying k of Lower Binfield.

        I o t and making to be ser looked kind of dead. No fis noanding cufts of    s and sandals and one of ts open at ticed, but ruck me    kind of t you from beacles. I could see t o do s—i ones for Nature and t me as if o speak.

        ‘Upper Binfield’s gro deal,’ I said.

        me.

        ‘Groo groional people up    a little y of us all by ourselves. No interlopers—te-hee!’

        ‘I mean pared o live here as a boy.’

        ‘O. t ime, of course. But tate is sometates, you knoe a little s oki. You’ve    of Nature up oion of Loanic mills—te-hee!’

        old c. Immediately, as telling me all about tate and young Edki,    ridiculous prices. And suceresting young felloe t parties. ed a number of times t tional people in Upper Binfield, quite different from Loermio enricryside instead of defiling it (I’m using    any public ate.

        ‘talk of ties. But y—te-ure!’     of trees. ‘t brooding round us. Our young people groural beauty. e are nearly all of us enlig t ters of us up arians? tc like us at all—te-e emi people live —you’ve ic cer!    into t find    mealtimes. —te- a    sceptical. But ograp ving.’

        I began to arianism, simple life, poetry, nature- a feo sate. t of t resses t don’t buttress anyte bird-bater elves you    buy at ts’? You could see in your mind’s eye ters and simple-lifers    lived ts    let ake me far. Some of t a . I tried to damp    object to living so ic asylum, but it didn’t . Finally I stopped and said:

        ‘to be anot ’t be far from here.’

        ‘Anot. I don’t ther pool.’

        ‘t off,’ I said. ‘It ty deep pool. It    behind.’

        For t time    uneasy. he rubbed his nose.

        ‘O uand our life up ive. t so. But being so far from toary arras are not altogetisfactory. t-cart only calls once a month, I believe.’

        ‘You mean turo a rubbish-dump?’

        ‘ell, ture of a—’    to dispose of tins and so fort clump of trees.’

        e    across t a ferees to . But yes, t     made a great round y or ty feet deep. Already it was in s.

        I stood looking at tin s.

        ‘It’s a pity t,’ I said. ‘to be some big fis pool.’

        ‘Fis t. Of course    it ime.’

        ‘I suppose t a good long time?’ I said.

        ‘Oen or fifteen years, I think.’

        ‘I used to kno    any    Binfield    t little bit of copse over t y way here.’

        ‘A! t is sacrosanct. e o build in it. It is sacred to ture, you kno me, a kind uistio a little secret: ‘e call it the Pixy Glen.’

        t rid of    back to to Loin s. God rot t t you like— call it silly, c doesn’t it make you puke sometimes to see o England, er gnomes, and tin s, wo be?

        Seal, you say? Anti-social? Oug to prefer trees to men? I say it depends rees and    t t it, except to wiss.

        O as I drove doion of getting bato t. ’s trying to revisit t exist. ing up for air! But t any air. tbin t ratosp particularly care. After all, I t, I’ve still got t. I’d    of pead quiet, and stop bot o Lower Binfield. As for my idea of going fis was off, of course. Fis my age! Really, .

        I dumped to t    in time to    fe gave me a bit of a jolt, I admit. For the words I heard were:

        ‘—where his wife, hilda Bowling, is seriously ill.’

        t instant t on: ‘e,     t made me feel rat it over after urned an eyelas even a pause in my step to let anyone kno I e s in ter. Ot a couple of g at t kno I kept my    a sign to anyone. I merely o te bar,    as usual.

        I o t over. By time I’d drunk about    I began to get tuation. In t place,    ill, seriously or ot. Sly    time of t kind. She was shamming. hy?

        Obviously it    anot     I    really at Birming ting me    bear to t otake it fra I    imagine any otive. And naturally s I’d e rushing home as soon as I heard she was ill.

        But t’s just     to myself as I finis. I’m too cute to be caug raordinary trouble sake to catc. I’ve even kno to see rut my movements. And t time    in o temperance el. And t time, unfortunately, so be rig least, s, but tances est belief t s, I kne say exactly how.

        I    and tter. Of course t    t t. Curiously enoug to look for urned out not to exist, t of o me all t    t peace s it. And suddenly I decided t I OULD    like it. It y-minded, and besides,    isn’t true?

        But as t o amuse me. I    fallen for it, but it    t to or’s certificate, or do you just send your name in? I felt pretty sure it    o it. It seemed to me to ouch.

        But all t! t imes you ’t hem.
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