‘My daughter’s moving to Saffron Walden, away from all this,’ said the railway man at Stratford station, gesturing at the tower blocks overlooking the platform. ‘It’s like going back to the 1970s and ’80s.’
For the neo-romantics the pastoral mode was an escape from the grimness of everyday wartime reality
Further back, in the case of Saffron Walden’s Fry Art Gallery.
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