... frequented in winter, but once spring and summer came round the swimming pool there would ring with shouts and splashes, and the houses in the roads opened the gates at the end of their gardens and released their children and dogs to the delights of freedom. I followed the road from the factory for a few hundred yards and then turned off by the footpath I remembered. For the rest of the way, as I knew, there would be no lights except for the occasional gleams through the trees and hedges from the lighted windows of houses in the distance. The pathway was not difficult to identify because, although overgrown in places, it had been artificially restored, in parts by asphalt, wherever the grass or mud had seriously threatened to take over. To my surprise, when I left the road behind me, I found that I was not alone in choosing this ...

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