From Banbury I took a bus. “Angelfield?” said the bus driver. “No, there’s no service to Angelfield. Not yet, anyhow. Might be different wheel’s built.”
‘Are they building there, then?“
‘Some old ruin they’re pulling down. Going to be a fancy hotel. They might run a bus then, for the staff, but for now the best you do is get off at the Hare and Hounds on the eys Road and walk from there. ’Bout a mile, I re.“
There wasn’t mu Angelfield. A sireet whose wooden sign read, with logical simplicity, The Street. I walked past a dozen cottages, built in pairs. Here and there a distinctive feature stood out—a large yew tree, a children’s swing, a wooden bench—but for the most part each dwelling, with its ly embroidered thatch, its white gables and the restrained artistry in its brickwork, resembled its neighbor like a mirror image.
The cottage windows looked out onto fields that were ly defined with hedges and studded here and there with trees. F……（内容加载失败！）
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