Chapter Twenty-Seven ~ Swamp
…let us remember that this modern movement is only the latest stage in the slow revolution… which began 150 years ago, when Englishmen ‘long in city pent’ first began to feel a strong urge to escape.
(Shanks’s Pony, Morris Marples)
After the train, things changed. Nobody said anything, but there was always someone around. Ben not so much now, but Mum, Dad, Nanna and Gramps. And doors – there was something wrong with the doors. I could never get anywhere!! Things had closed in a lot since the train. The patterns had tightened up, there wasn’t as much to explore as there had been. In fact outside of me there was no space at all now. There was a sort of corridor that Mum, Dad, Nanna and Gramps were using to move around, but nothing else.
Ben must have misbehav
