We went back into the sitting room for tea, which we drank from delicate decorated cups, and discussed possibilities. Yvonne wanted electric light now it was available, and proper floors. The bricks were “interesting” but, being laid straight onto earth, made the place very damp and were not practical for small children. If we bought the mill this could be afforded before the new baby arrived in September.

Could we afford it? Would we be allowed to live there if we did find the money? One thing was agreed. We would send for our tents from London, leave our lodgings, and camp here for the rest of the summer. At least we wouldn’t run into debt and Gale could play with David, Corinne and Christopher. As dark fell we walked back along Kirton Road towards the bus stop, holding hands, breathing the sweet evening air, and making plans.