Friday 2 November 2012

Sowerbutt's Journey

"I’m just an odd-job man from the Smoke with nothing to hide.”
Sowerbutt unbuttoned his leather jacket and opened it wide to show his snowy-white shirt, a little the worse for wear. A smile lit up Rosetta’s face, her green eyes flashing. “You have expensive tastes and a good sense of humour, senor.”
Squeals of brakes and repeated hisses of steam heralded the arrival of the London train, on time to the minute. Sowerbutt watched in admiration as the line of chocolate and cream coaches and the large green steam engine backed their way carefully along the platform, amid a flurry of guards and the waving of red and green flags. The first-class carriage came to a halt exactly opposite the painted marks on the platform. At least, the experienced engine-driver and his well-trained mates knew what they were doing, Sowerbutt reflected. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA

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