me to he grounds.
ty acres, I suppose, and t likely to be more ten. t a great pool of er for to droo live, tes tes I ypes —loonies, I suppose. I strolled up to t. to fis mig to tside trees seemed to muche pool.
I stood for a moment, . t it rees s edge. It looked all bare and different, in fact it looked extraordinarily like ton Gardens. Kids s and paddling, and a fe in ttle canoes , - o stand among t of pavilion and a s kiosk, and a e notice saying UPPER BINFIELD MODEL YACht CLUB.
I looked over to t. It used to gro tropical jungle, . Only a ferees still standing round ty- looking udor colonies like t day at top of C a fool I’d been to imagine t till t tiny bit of copse, been cut do on my -sized to it lying chunk of Lower Binfield.
I o t and making to be ser looked kind of dead. No fis noanding cufts of s and sandals and one of ts open at ticed, but ruck me kind of t you from beacles. I could see t o do s—in eit ones for Nature and t me as if o speak.
‘Upper Binfield’s gro deal,’ I said.
me.
‘Groo groional people up a little colony of us all by ourselves. No interlopers—te-hee!’
‘I mean compared o live here as a boy.’
‘O. t ime, of course. But tate is sometates, you knoe a little s okin, tect. You’ve of Nature up oion of Loanic mills—te-hee!’
old c. Immediately, as telling me all about tate and young Edkin, tect, ridiculous prices. And suceresting young felloe t parties. ed a number of times t tional people in Upper Binfield, quite different from Loermined to enricryside instead of defiling it (I’m using any public ate.
‘talk of ties. But y—te-ure!’ of trees. ‘t brooding round us. Our young people groural beauty. e are nearly all of us enlig t ters of us up arians? tc like us at all—te-e eminent people live —you’ve ic cer! into t find mealtimes. —te- a sceptical. But ograp convincing.’
I began to arianism, simple life, poetry, nature- a feo sate. t of t resses t d