# Transcript

Giles nicked his chair into position with a jerk. Thus only could he show his irritation, his rage with old fogies who sat and looked a views over coffee and cream when the whole of Europe – over there – was bristling like …He had no command of metaphor. Only the ineffectual word ‘hedgehog’ illustrated his vision of Europe, bristling with guns, poised with planes. At any moment guns would rake that land into furrows; planes splinter Bolney Minster into smithereens and blast the Folly. He, too, loved the view and blamed Aunt Lucy, looking at views, instead of – doing what?