Biggleswade
Some word that teems with hidden meaning.' Like Basingstoke, said Gilbert. Like Biggles- wade, say I. The place is becoming an obsession with me. Every time I drive down the Al I notice that for what seems hundreds of miles the signposts point to Biggleswade. No mention of the important places like Potters. Bar or London, just Biggleswade. All those lorries belt- ing down what was once our best road, and may be again when they have finished messing about with it, are heading for Biggleswade. My AA handbook assures me that the population is a mere 8,460, but I feel at least one and perhaps two noughts have been omitted. And then sud- denly the signs stop, and _I am left with the uneasy feeling that there is no such place. One day I shall exorcise this demon. One day I shall go to Biggleswade.
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