J. B. Priestley’s Hedge
Sep 5, 2018 · 3 min read

In 1963, I used to work in Stratford, cycling there and back everyday. It was a good bike, a Jack Taylor lightweight racer in sky blue, with drop handle bars, a cotterless chain set (very trendy back then), very thin tyres, and a very thin, hard saddle. I loved it. Out of necessity it had a small saddle bag into which I crammed a rain cape, sandwiches and whatever book I was reading at the time, which, in the early summer of 1963 was J. B…

