The JOURNEY
The boy looked up from his computer game, suddenly realising the car had turned off the busy road and was now on a winding country lane.
‘What are you doing, Dad? Let’s go, I’m tired.’
Jim hit the brake as a pheasant strolled out into the road. He remembered pheasants scuttling out of the way 40 years ago as he and his mother were driven down this lane by Frank – at speed.
He turned to his wife... ‘This is the place – just as I remember it.’
‘Look, don’t get your hopes up. It’s a long time ago. Who knows what’s happened in the meantime.’
Ellie folded the map and stared around at the scene. A flat landscape of fields and woodland. Exactly as her husband had described it to her, and so different from their own lush green hills.
They had been in England for three weeks and were due to fly home in a couple of days. After touring around, they were
