Whilst travelling along the A25 en route to Mogador, (that once fine hamlet, cruelly dissected by the M25, and home to my favourite tobacconist) I experienced a bout of temporal dislocation.
As everyone knows, these seem to occur mainly on those misty autumn mornings, when you are least expecting them.
However, on this occasion, I was helped along the way by this fine recording…certainly did the trick!
Due to the displacement, my tobacconist was still slumbering when I turned up.
Oh dear…
Pye Corner Audio 
Flippin Hade’s! I love that photo!! It evokes such haunted visions in my mind… Nice!
Kev
I know, it’s horrible isn’t it! I do wish my tobacconist would give it a lick of paint. It’s not very welcoming…