The Spike, 1931 [L.m./F.s.: 2019-12-29 / 0.15 KiB]
‘It was late-afternoon. Forty-nine of us, forty-eight men and one woman, lay on the green waiting for the spike to open. We were too tired to talk much. We just sprawled about exhaustedly, with home-made cigarettes sticking out of our scrubby faces...’