On the south edge of town I could see a little village green with a bronze statue and a residential street running away to the west. I strolled down there and saw a discreet green sign which read: Jackson Drive. pritchard's street. I couldn't see any real distance down it because pretty much straight away it looped left and right around a wide grass square with a big white wooden church set on it. The church was ringed by cherry trees and the lawn was circled by cars with clean quiet paint parked in neat lines. I could just about make out the growl of the organ and the sound of the people singing.
The statue on the village green was of a guy called Caspar Teale who'd done something or other about a hundred years ago. More or less opposite Jackson Drive on the other side of the green was a
