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Decision. Do I go in? Are they going to get on the phone?
I went in. It was a beautiful old place, oak beams and a log fire, and
a wonderful smell of something or other bubbling away on the Aga. I sat down
and the woman brought me a saucepan of mincemeat stew.
As she sat there smiling, I helped myself to three or four bowlfuls,
washed down with gallons of hot, sweet tea. For pudding, I was presented
with a plate of Christmas cake with inch-thick marzipan.
I ate my fill, and stuffed a couple of extra doorsteps in my pocket.
I'd have given anything for a few minutes by the log fire and maybe a
hot bath, but it was time to go. I'd pushed my luck far enough as it was.
I thanked my hosts profusely, offering to do the same for them one day
if I could, and was off.
Later that night, approaching a checkpoint, I was still full. I tried
to eat more of the cake but felt sick. Very reluctantly I had to throw it
all away in case I was caught.
I met up with the DS, who said, "Wait over there.
We've got a cattle truck that's going to pick you up and take you to
the next RP."
Oh, yes, I thought, and I suppose Hereford will win the next FA Cup.
Knowing what was coming, I climbed into the cattle truck and joined the
others who had got their heads down on the straw. Nobody spoke; we knew what
was going on. I knew where I was going, and there was nothing I could do
about it. As far as I was concerned, that was the first phase of the test
over with; let's now get on with the second.
A couple of hours later we landed up in Hereford, in a part of the camp
that I hadn't seen before.
As soon as we arrived, they banged into us. The tailgate came down and
they shouted really aggressively, "Everybody now, Turn round, lie down, put
your hands on your heads!"
I could hear people getting picked up and dragged away.
Eventually somebody put his hand on my head, pushed it down, tied my
hands up, and put a blindfold on. Two people picked me up and started to
drag me out. They were people who did this for a livin ; straight in, no
words, nothing. I felt myself go down the ramp, walk over some tarmac, and
go into a building.
The handcuffs were taken off, I was stripped of my clothing and left
sitting on gravel in what had the feeling of being a very big squash court.
I could hear what I thought at first was an attempt at white noise; then I
worked out it was air being pumped into the place.
There couldn't have been any windows.
I started to shiver. Two blokes came in with a set of coveralls, which
they helped me get into. Then it was back on the floor, cross-legged and
straight-backed, my hands behind my head. I concentrated on making my neck
relax and left it at that.
I could hear other people in the room getting moved around. From time
to time they moaned and groaned; perhaps they were being put into different
stress positions, or lifted for interrogations. Nobody was talking.
After about half an hour the footsteps came up to me.
Two boys grabbed hold of me, picked me up, and then walked me. I
thought I was going for an interrogation, but they got me to a place where