‘Then what?’

‘It was something on the news last night,’ she said, prevaricating. ‘Some poor young man has been killed trying to get over the Berlin Wall. To me, that dreadful wall symbolises the great chasm between East and West, a gulf of hate and misunderstanding nothing can bridge, and it set me thinking about my time in Russia just before the war and I suppose that’s what triggered the dream.’

‘Tell me about it.’

Perhaps if she talked about it, she could dispel the feeling of guilt, because it was guilt which gave her the nightmares. ‘It was a terrible time. No one knew what was going to happen and when the Germans invaded there was panic everywhere. The Russians had been relying on their non-aggression pact with Germany and were taken by surprise. Alex saw it coming and so did most of the Brits in Russia at the time, but of course, no one listened to them. People disappeared, simply disappeared into thin air, and there was no way of tracing them…’ She stopped. ‘I shouldn’t be remembering that, should I? I can’t seem to stop myself and I feel so guilty…’

‘Whatever for?’

‘I left Yuri behind. I abandoned him.’

‘From what you’ve told me, Mum, you had no choice.’

‘Sometimes I ask myself if I should have been stronger and not let Alex persuade me to leave.’

Tatty knew about Alex; he had figured in her tale of leaving Russia at the beginning of the war, before she met Robert, but she had called him a family friend, which indeed he was. He had been frequently at Upstone Hall as a young man and several photographs in the family album featured him but, like everyone else, Tatty believed he had been killed at the beginning of the war. ‘Then your life would have been very different. You would not have married Dad and Bobby and I would not have been born. You don’t regret that, do you?’

‘No, of course not. Not for a minute. Don’t ever think it. It’s simply that I would like Yuri to know how it was and to understand…’

‘Perhaps he does.’

‘It’s not only that I left him, it’s that I didn’t want him. When I realised I was pregnant I hated the thought of having a child, especially Kolya’s. It seemed to be the end of everything. I couldn’t come home and I was so unhappy. The bigger I got the more I hated that lump in my body. I wanted him to be born dead…’

‘Mum!’ Tatty was shocked. ‘You never said that before.’

‘You were too young to be told and, in any case, the minute he was born and I held him in my arms, I loved him. I loved him all the more for not wanting him in the first place. When Kolya and Olga Nahmova took him I was out of my mind. And then Alex turned up, sent by Grandpa to find me. We searched for Yuri together until he made me give up and come home. I always hoped we would find him, but even when he was traced, he didn’t want to know. It was my punishment, I suppose.’

‘I didn’t know he had been traced.’

She had almost given herself away. ‘It was Olga Nahmova found him. They told me she was dying of her wounds, but she didn’t die. She recovered and went looking for him. She was his mother. Why should he want anything to do with me?’

‘Mum, you mustn’t think like that. I’m sure if he understood what happened, he’d want to be in touch.’

‘Perhaps, but it wouldn’t be easy, you know. There are so many restrictions.’ She paused, unsure where the conversation was leading her. ‘Come on, I’m longing for a cup of tea, then we’ll be off to Norwich.’

To Lydia’s relief Tatty did not ask how she knew Olga had found him; she could not divulge that without betraying her visits to Alex and she could not do that. They went downstairs together and Lydia managed to put it from her mind until they were driving past the turn for Northacre Green when she nearly gave way again. Keeping away from Alex was the hardest thing she had done since leaving Yuri in Russia and it was no easier after two years, but she had to do it. She could never have gone on seeing him, returning home so elated or so dejected that someone was sure to notice. It was not in her nature to dissemble, to add more untruths to those already told. She would not have been able to function as a wife and mother if her heart and soul and every thought was geared towards the next trip to Northacre Green and how she was going to manage it. She hoped – no, she knew – Alex understood that.

It didn’t mean he was not constantly in her thoughts. She would imagine him in his scruffy pullover, feeding pigs and chickens, hoeing between the rows of vegetables, striding across the heath to the pub, cooking for himself and eating at the kitchen table. And she would re-enact in her head every detail of their lovemaking, his hands caressing her, his lips all over her body, his murmured words of love. It was erotic and dangerous for her peace of mind. Pulling herself together, she drove on.

In Norwich, she drew into the car park behind the castle and they made their way to Bonds, where Tatty bought clothes and new toiletries to take to college, after which they spent some time wandering about the different departments, discussing what gift Tatty should buy for Claudia and Reggie. ‘It will be strange in the house without Claudia,’ Tatty said. ‘She’s been there my whole life. I can’t imagine her married.’

‘I can’t either, but Reggie is a nice man and he’s been patient a long time. What were you thinking of buying them?’ Robert and Lydia had promised, as their gift, to pay for the reception at Upstone Hall. Claudia had a host of friends in the village and there would be about a hundred guests.

‘I don’t know. Not crockery or cutlery or a toast rack.’ She pulled a face. ‘Horribly unoriginal. I thought something for their garden. Reggie was telling me he was looking forward to making something of that.’

‘What about a garden bench?’

‘Good idea. Let’s have a cup of tea and a cream cake and then go to the garden centre and order it.’

Lydia was tired but content when they returned to Upstone Hall about six o’clock. Her bad dream, though not forgotten, had been pushed to the back of her mind.


The church was packed for the wedding when Lydia and Tatty arrived, Tatty in lilac silk and a tiara of real rosebuds, Lydia in a petrol-blue dress with full sleeves and a floating panel. A picture hat with a white full-blown rose on the front of the brim served to shade eyes which sometimes betrayed too much of what she was thinking and feeling. Bobby was already there, acting as usher and showing people to their places. Lydia made her way into the church, leaving Tatty to wait in the porch for Robert and Claudia in the bridal car. Outside the bells rang joyfully and inside the organist played softly.

The congregation turned as the bride entered and came slowly down the aisle on Robert’s arm. Age meant nothing; she was radiant and the smile her bridegroom gave her was evidence of his devotion. They joined hands and turned to face the Reverend Mr Harrington.

‘Dearly beloved…’ he began.

Lydia, listening to the moving ceremony, prayed that Claudia would be happy married to her Reginald, that whatever highs and lows they had would be minor ones, easily overcome.

It was a wish echoed by Robert in his speech at the reception. Reggie’s reply had been carefully prepared and, though he made one or two attempts at a joke, it was on the whole a serious speech in keeping with his character. ‘He’s too stiff,’ Robert whispered to Lydia. ‘You’d think all that wine would have relaxed him.’

‘He’s nervous,’ she whispered back. ‘And at least he’s sincere.’

Everyone was clapping and they joined in. After the last of the speeches, there was dancing for everyone. When the bride and groom set off on their honeymoon in Scotland, the older guests said their goodbyes and left the younger generation to go on celebrating in their own noisy fashion.


‘Not like our wedding, was it?’ Robert said, when they were alone once more, surrounded by the debris. It was gone midnight.

‘It was wartime.’

‘Yes, but I meant we didn’t have a bean, or at least, I didn’t…’

‘Neither did I. I had a job, same as you. And it wasn’t our fault if the war kept us apart.’

‘It wasn’t only the war that did that,’ he said quietly. ‘There was never just the two of us, was there? There was always a third person standing between us.’

She was shocked and turned to face him. ‘Oh, Robert, I’m so sorry. I tried, I really tried.’

‘I know you did and that made it even harder to bear.’

‘Is that why you re-enlisted?’

‘One of the reasons. The other was that the sea is in my blood and Upstone is landlocked. I couldn’t bear not to be able to see it. And you wouldn’t leave Sir Edward and move to the coast. And now the place is yours.’

‘We’ve messed up really badly, haven’t we?’ she said after several moments of silent contemplation.

‘No, not really badly. We’ve been content in our way and we’ve got two wonderful children.’

‘But it’s not enough. Is that what you’re saying?’

‘It always has been.’

‘What an indictment of a marriage! What do you want to do about it?’ Her breathing was ragged as she waited for his answer.

‘Nothing. Anything else would break the children’s hearts and I couldn’t do that.’

‘Nor I.’

They were silent. Lydia’s head was spinning. Why had he brought the subject of their marriage up like that, especially as he seemed not to want to do anything about it? Was he telling her he knew about Alex being alive and living not twenty miles away? Or was he preparing her for his own announcement?

‘I’ll leave the clearing up until the morning,’ Lydia said. ‘I’m too tired to tackle it tonight.’