ABSTRACT
One big advantage of our new premises was their nearness to Regent's Park. Soon after bombardment began in June 1944 I slipped in, as usual, at lunchtime to find that in the night a flying-bomb had fallen and left a huge crater. The park around it seemed just as it had been except for one tree - an enormous beech - a few feet from where the bomb had fallen. It still stood firmly rooted, but it was stripped of every vestige of foliage. The sight was obscene. I could not bring myself to pass that spot for a week or two, but when I did I was humbled; from every branch there was a fresh growth of tiny leaf.
