Jumble sale, bench on a hill and Spitfire.

1. As we step off the train, before us on the lawn is a jumble sale. The children step out and marvel at must-have plastic tut, cassette tapes and comic books.  

2. At the top of the hill, to stop on a shaded bench and look back over the way we've come.

3. 'What's that?' I exclaim, pointing at a tiny object that seems to be dropping out of the sky. Nick shades his eyes and looks as it catches itself and rises again. It's someone messing around in a Spitfire, throwing themselves about the empty air for the sheer fun of it.

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