“Once Winston Churchill had finished his reply, Gilbert sat for a moment in quiet thought, lost in the past, the distant past, then eased himself up out of his fireside chair and turned off the wireless. Munnings. Gilbert stood there, cigarette in hand, shaking his head. Life was a funny business. Munnings and Churchill. And still that same Suffolk accent. Or was it Norfolk? Gilbert stood there, smoking, looking out across the sea to the Lizard. Listening to the speeches, he ...had become so bound up with the broadcast that he did not notice his younger son, David, slipping into the room. Once Twenty Questions was finished Joan had gone off towards the cliffs for her evening walk with Pedro, their dog, leaving Gilbert still settled in his chair. As for Gilbert, he assumed Timothy and David were down at the cove. And what better last night of the Easter holidays could they wish to have?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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