It was exactly 8.22 and down the platform the little tank engine was already champing at the bit in front of the three carriages that made up the 8.25 for Cardiff. We had the money, didn’t we? I looked him straight in the eye when I handed it over, as if this was what we d...
I hear the wind moving the branch of a tree against a window, or the creak of floorboards when someone gets out of bed to use a chamber- pot, and I sit bolt upright and catch myself wondering if a burglar has broken in and we’re all going to be murdered in our sleep. It all goes back to that nigh...