Extract from Once Upon a Time in England by Helen Walsh
It was dark now as Robbie drove through the sodium-studded streets of his boyhood. He was gripped by a blistering nostalgia, rootless but overpowering. He lingered outside the terraced red-brick of his birth, dimly recalling the noises, the smells. He started choking, hit the accelerator and pushed away, past the wind-chafed wastelands, past the watchful tower blocks where he'd smoked his first fag, past the meagre corpse of an old Capri where Orford's eager lasses had lain down under the cover of the night.