But first, Frances insisted on exploring the immediate vicinity. A quick walk before dinner. It was where I grew up, she said. She was curious. I was not. But then, maybe I was. A little.
The landscape in Dagenham had no contours, except for the occasional tarmac hillock to accommodate London Transport on its bold thrust eastwards. Yet, even with its flatness, Dagenham didn't have a big sky like Aldeburgh. It narrowed at the edges of one's horizon, cowering in one corner and skulking in the o...
Published on December 07, 2009 16:06