Unseen World: Stone in a hedge
3. Stone in a hedge, Boundstone Road.
When I was a teenager, I was one of the few village babysitters, and I spent evenings in various homes on Boundstone Road. One family I was particularly fond of, the mother was a very glamorous ex-air hostess, and her husband a dashing pilot. He would drive to pick me up from my house about five minutes away, and on arrival at their place he would always come round to my side and open the car door for me as if I were a real grown-up lady. They also always had cake.