Basil sprang up with dancing eyes, and with three blows like battering-rams knocked the footman into a cocked hat.

This time it held a callow-headed baby in a pink frock.

When we reached the village rather than going to see Membury Castle, an Iron Age hill fort, we instead stopped at ‘Ye Olde Village Stores’ where we each brought a drink. The shop keeperess asked where we were from and when we said Oxford told us she too used to live there.

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