Birdsong swelling at dawn to fill the ears. Days in sylvan glades watching the sunshine dancing between the leaves and dazzling the eyes. An opportunity to get away from it all and commune with nature. The old nights under canvas, the wind in your hair and fresh air in your lungs. There are many pleasures to be had in camping out. You must give yourself up, John, claim diminished responsibility, I will gladly back you up on that.' I can't go on here,' he moaned, 'I can't live out my days a fugitive in an allotment shed, I wish Archroy had never rebuilt it. They looked at each other, dropped the newspaper and fled. ![]() The two men did not wait to see what might happen. Up at the bar Norman, who had quietly been reading a copy of the Brentford Mercury, said suddenly, 'Now there's a thing.' 'We might simply make a clean breast of it,' said John. 'But "early arrest", what do you think that means?' 'Ow, ooh, get off, get off.' These imprecations were directed towards Jim Pooley, whose oversized boot had come snugly to rest beneath Omally's chin. Omally awoke with a start, something was pressing firmly into his throat and stopping his breath. ![]() ![]() Before him a monstrous heap of such peelings spoke most fluently of the restricted diet upon which the two were at present subsisting. ![]() Omally was not listening, he was peeling a potato. 'Police stations are bad places to break into, this is well known.' 'I was just talking about that to Pooley,' said Neville, gesturing towards Jim's table.
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