The day I took the train to Banbury, to the offices of the Banbury Herald.
It was a young man who showed me the archives. The word archive might sound rather impressive to someone who has not had much to do with them, but to me, who has spent her holidays for years in such places, it came as no surprise to be shown into what was essentially a large, windowless basement cupboard.
‘A house fire at Angelfield,“ I explained briefly, ”about sixty years ago.“
The boy showed me the shelf where the holdings for the relevant period were shelved.
‘I’ll lift the boxes for you, shall I?“
‘And the books pages, too, from about forty years ago, but I’m not sure which year.“
‘Books pages? Didn’t know the Herald ewer had books pages.“ And he moved his ladder, retrieved another set of boxes and placed them beside the first one on a long table under a bright light.
‘There you are then,“ he said cheerily, and he left me to it.
The Angelfield fire, I learned……（内容加载失败！）
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