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Walking along Mill Lane to Rosecroft, my route naturally took me past The Laurels where I noticed an unfamiliar car in the drive. Richard drove a red Citroën, and Ralph’s car was black. This one was silver and, without knowing anything about it, I could see it was a streamlined sports car. Different models of cars had never interested me in the slightest, and I couldn’t understand the point in being able to drive above the speed limit. But even I could tell that this rather flashy car was an expensive model. As I drew closer, a man rose into view from where he had been crouching behind the car. His unexpected appearance made me jump.
‘Sorry,’ he called out, with a concerned smile, ‘I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just down here checking the tyres.’
‘That’s okay,’ I replied, retu
