Sowerbutt glanced out
the car window as they headed for Cambridgeshire and the old Roman road to
Norwich. “Glad you know the way, Nero. Haven’t seen a signpost since we left
the Smoke.”
“Most of them have been collected in for
scrap metal, Mr Sorbay, and to confuse the Jerry parachutists. You only see the
odd one and sometimes a milestone that they’ve missed these days.”
No comments:
Post a Comment