Byfleet

I'd started going to Shirwater School.

I'd moved to Byfleet in Surrey, and I, I sort of ran into Paul and we were just chatting one day and said, "What are we getting for Christmas?" And I said, "Oh, I'm getting a guitar." And he said, "Oh, I've already got one." He said, "I can't play it," but he said, "Maybe in the new year we can get together with the guitars and see if we can make any sense of it," you know? And, uh, that was what we did.

So come beginning of 1972, we hooked up a couple of times, um, and just sort of...

He had an electric guitar with an amp and that, which had a tremolo on it, which I thought was absolutely amazing.

They were a very affectionate sort of warm-hearted family, and they were...

They always made you really welcome, you know? I spent a lot of time there, obviously, 'cause I, I lived...

Once I moved away from Byfleet, I ended up moving back up to North London.

So I used to travel down there and move.

[bell dings] Theme three, sometimes you have to experiment.

We're gonna hear from Jo Brandon, who runs JoJo B Accessories in Byfleet Village in Surrey.

She's open Tuesday through Friday 10:30 AM to 6:00 PM, and Saturday 10 to 5:00, but she hasn't always been open those hours.

[cash register clanks] We've only been in the village here for a year, so in our first proper bricks-and-mortar shop.

He came up to the fence and extended a handful of strawberries, for his gardening was as generous as it was enthusiastic.

At the same time he told me of the burning of the pinewoods about the Byfleet Golf Links.

They say, said he, that there's another of those blessed things fallen there, number two.

But one's enough, surely.

At the bottom of the hill, I turned my head to look at the hillside I was leaving.

Thick streamers of black smoke shot with threads of red fire were driving up into the still air and throwing dark shadows upon the green treetops eastward.

The smoke already extended far away to the east and west, to the Byfleet pine woods eastward and to Woking on the west.

The road was dotted with people running towards us.

He came up to the fence and extended a handful of strawberries, for his gardening was as generous as it was enthusiastic.

At the same time he told me of the burning of the pine woods about the Byfleet golf links.

They say, said he, that there's a number of those blessed things fallen there, number two.

But one's enough, surely.

I turned my head to look at the hillside I was leaving.

Thick streamers of black smoke shot with threads of red fire were driving up into the still air and throwing dark shadows upon the green treetops eastward.

The smoke already extended far away to the east and west, to the Byfleet pinewoods eastward and to Walking on the west.

The road was dotted with people running towards us, and very faint now, but very distinct to the hot, quiet air, one heard the whir of a machine gun that was presently stilled, and the intermittent cracklings of rifles.