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 canoes , - 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 colonies like t day at top of C a fool I’d been to imagine t till t  tiny bit of copse,   been cut do  on my -sized to it lying chunk 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—in eit ones for Nature and t me as if o sp