by JANET HITCHMAN abridged and read by THE AUTHOR
' I shall regret it. Sam,' Gran said, ' till my dying day. Whatever shall I say to her poor mother when we meet on the other side? ' ' It's no use regretting ' said Granfa. ' It has to be.'
Miss Browne suddenly appeared before me. 'Come along, Elsie,' she said. ' It's time to go.' I was not quite 5 years old. Our train slid away from the station. I never saw that village or any of its familiar faces again.
Produced by JOHN CARDY
(First of 10 instalments)
Contributors Unknown: Janet Hitchman