Parliament. antony jackson

       ‘I was hoping to get on the train this evening from Liverpool Street. And you?’

       ‘I’ll join you if you like, and then you can give me a lift to Bungay in that ratty old Citroen that I suppose you’ve still got.’

       ‘Happy days, but I’m now onto Peugot, give me a few more years and it’ll probably be a Volvo, but I’m too young yet. I’ll drop by your flat around six then, and we’ll head off together.’

       ‘Are you off to Argyll, Henry?’

       ‘Yep. Caledonian sleeper, leaving at midnight, and then three hours more to Oban, I’ll spend tomorrow in the constituency office and then get home to Ulva sometime on Saturday. It’s a long trip.’

      The ‘Estate Group’ said goodbye to one another and to Westminster and all went their separate ways after what had been, for all of them, a memorable week. Joan Brampton stayed over that night but would head back to Malton, via her York office, the next morning.

      She was feeling really energised by the project and really looking forward to working with her new colleagues. What a great institution this Modern Parliament was, with such a good spirit of co-operation and complete lack of the party-politics of old.