Bright December day. Warm work building the community area. But satisfying. Sailor Dee manages to get some tea on the go. Resourceful because the site water is turned off in case the pipes freeze and burst.
Sitting in his shed, which resembles an out-sized Airfix railway guards van. He cheerfully tells us that the shelves we have been admiring have fallen off twice already.
“Overloaded,” he explains.
The shelves are still crammed with paraphernalia. Heavy paraphernalia. It doesn’t look like he’s taken anything off A pause while we adjust our seating positions while trying not to make it obvious.
Somehow the talk meanders around to a hotel in Torquay that (funny how talk can wander about like that) was once a resort for the Russian Czar and his entourage. Before the First World War, that is. The Great War that was responsible for so much change: suffrage, weapons, the political…
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