The next day I took the train to Banbury, to the offices of the Banbury Herald.

It was a young man who showed me the archives. The word archive might sound rather impressive to someone who has not had much to do with them, but to me, who has spent her holidays for years in such places, it came as no surprise to be shown into what was essentially a large, windowless basement cupboard.

‘A house fire at Angelfield,“ I explained briefly, ”about sixty years ago.“

The boy showed me the shelf where the holdings for the relevant period were shelved.

‘I’ll lift the boxes for you, shall I?“

‘And the books pages, too, from about forty years ago, but I’m not sure which year.“

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