The Scene of the Accident
That night, Leslie had another dream and again he visited the scene of the accident. When he woke in the morning he knew the next step would be a visit to The Rusty Scupper. After a half-day’s work at the shop and with Carstair’s blessing, he boarded a bus to Butler’s Wharf in Bermondsey—a London area of warehouses and wharfs that had taken heavy hits in the recent days of the bombing.
Before the war, it would be a short trip to Bermondsey, but due to roadside debris and rubble, detours and unscheduled stopping, it took Leslie over an hour to reach Butler’s and The Rusty Scupper. Across the street from the pub stood three dwellings, two partially destroyed and one, by some miracle or fate, still standing in the shelter of a few trees. There was a small, enclosed
