I’ve started on chapter six of Mr Tumnal’s story. He sleeps in a house surrounded by a high Cotsworld stone wall, beyond which, the trams rattle through the night. Ever since holidays in Tallinn, Budapest and Timisoara, I’ dreamed of an Oxford with trams, and a metro system. I’m going to have fun writing about an Oxford just as I want it… 🙂
Dreams rattled through Louis’ mind in much the same way as the trams beyond the high stone wall outside his bedroom window clanked past on the rails with the wining hum of wheels and hiss of electricity along the cables.