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uld almost hear them shouting：
‘there’s a chap who thinks he’s going to escape！ there’s a chap who says he won’t be streamlined！ he’s going back to lower binfield！ after him！ stop him！’
it’s queer。 the impression was so strong that i actually took a peep through the little window at the back of the car to make sure i wasn’t being followed。 guilty conscience； i suppose。 but there was nobody。 only the dusty white road and the long line of the elms dwindling out behind me。
i trod on the gas and the old car rattled into the thirties。 a few minutes later i was past the westerham turning。 so that was that。 i’d burnt my boats。 this was the idea which； in a dim sort of way； had begun to form itself in my mind the day i got my new false teeth。
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PART Ⅳ…1
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i came towards lower binfield over chamford hill。 there are four roads into lower binfield； and it would have been more direct to go through walton。 but i’d wanted to e over chamford hill； the way we used to go when we biked home from fishing in the thames。 when you get just past the crown of the hill the trees open out and you can see lower binfield lying in the valley below you。
it’s a queer experience to go over a bit of country you haven’t seen in twenty years。 you remember it in great detail； and you remember it all wrong。 all the distances are different； and the landmarks seem to have moved about。 you keep feeling； surely this hill used to be a lot steeper—surely that turning was on the other side of the road？ and on the other hand you’ll have memories which are perfectly accurate； but which only belong to one particular occasion。 you’ll remember； for instance； a corner of a field； on a wet day in winter； with the grass so green that it’s almost blue； and a rotten gatepost covered with lichen and a cow standing in the grass and looking at you。 and you’ll go back after twenty years and be surprised because the cow isn’t standing in the same place and looking at you with the same expression。
as i drove up chamford hill i realized that the picture i’d had of it in my mind was almost entirely imaginary。 but it was a fact that certain things had changed。 the road was tarmac； whereas in the old days it used to be macadam （i remember the bumpy feeling of it under the bike）； and it seemed to have got a lot wider。 and there were far less trees。 in the old days there used to be huge beeches growing in the hedgerows； and in places their boughs met across the road and made a kind of arch。 now they were all gone。 i’d nearly got to the top of the hill when i came on something which was certainly new。 to the right of the road there was a whole lot of fake…picturesque houses； with overhanging eaves and rose pergolas and what…not。 you know the kind of houses that are just a little too high…class to stand in a row； and so they’re dotted about in a kind of colony； with private roads leading up to them。 and at the entrance to one of the private roads there was a huge white board which said：
the kennels
pedigree sealyham pups
dogs boarded
surely that usen’t to be there？
i thought for a moment。 yes； i remembered！ where those houses stood there used to be a little oak plantation； and the trees grew too close together； so that they were very tall and thin； and in spring the ground underneath them used to be smothered in anemones。 certainly there were never any houses as far out of the town as this。
i got to the top of the hill。 another minute and lower binfield would be in sight。 lower binfield！ why should i pretend i wasn’t excited？ at the very thought of seeing it again an extraordinary feeling that started in my guts crept upwards and did something to my heart。 five seconds more and i’d be seeing it。 yes； here we are！ i declutched； trod on the foot…brake； and—jesus！
oh； yes； i know you knew what was ing。 but i didn’t。 you can say i was a bloody fool not to expect it； and so i was。 but it hadn’t even occurred to me。
the first question was； where was lower binfield？
i don’t mean that it had been demolished。 it had merely been swallowed。 the thing i was looking down at was a good…sized manufacturing town。 i remember—gosh； how i remember！ and in this case i don’t think my memory is far out—what lower binfield used to look like from the top of chamford hill。 i suppose the high street was about a quarter of a mile long； and except for a few outlying houses the town was roughly the shape of a cross。 the chief landmarks were the church tower and the chimney of the brewery。 at this moment i couldn’t distinguish either of them。 all i could see was an enormous river of brand…new houses which flowed along the valley in both directions and half…way up the hills on either side。 over to the right there were what looked like several acres of bright red roofs all exactly alike。 a big council housing estate； by the look of it。
but where was lower binfield？ where was the town i used to know？ it might have been anywhere。 all i knew was that it was buried somewhere in the middle of that sea of bricks。 of the five or six factory chimneys that i could see； i couldn’t even make a guess at which belonged to the brewery。 towards the eastern end of the town there were two enormous factories of glass and concrete。 that accounts for the growth of the town； i thought； as i began to take it in。 it occurred to me that the population of this place （it used to be about two thousand in the old days） must be a good twenty…five thousand。 the only thing that hadn’t changed； seemingly； was binfield house。 it wasn’t much more than a dot at that distance； but you could see it on the hillside opposite； with the beech trees round it； and the town hadn’t climbed that high。 as i looked a fleet of black bombing planes came over the hill and zoomed across the town。
i shoved the clutch in and started slowly down the hill。 the houses had climbed half…way up it。 you know those very cheap small houses which run up a hillside in one continuous row； with the roofs rising one above the other like a flight of steps； all exactly the same。 but a little before i got to the houses i stopped again。 on the left of the road there was something else that was