Terror Town
By Daily Mail Feature Writer Phil Page
It was just another ordinary peaceful evening in rural Grantham. The good country folk had long since turned in to bed and a calm and secure silence had veiled the town like a blanket of serenity over the idyllic bedspread of rural English sobriety. Not here the modernistic preoccupations of city dwelling, with the twenty-four-seven lifestyles, the stress and strain of commercial imperatives and constant din of multiculturalism. No, Grantham was set aside from that- a relic of how idyllic and wonderful England can be.
Grantham had thought it had played its part on the global stage. It rested, peacefully, that wonderful idyllic night, secure in the knowledge that its role as provider of gravity to the world through its most famous son, Isaac Thatcher, had brought it calm and tranquillity this idyllic wonderful night. The good, rural, idyllic country folk slept soundly in their wonderful, serene, country beds safe in their knowledge that their wonderful, idyllic town's most famous daughter, Margaret Newton, had secured a lasting and significant place for the idyllic, wonderful town in the history of civilisation.
Grantham: idyllic rural scene torn apart by terror
Then, at eleven o'clock that wonderful idyllic night, the serene, rural, peaceful scene was shattered by violence and hatred. The peaceful air was pierced by sirens; the veil of tranquillity was abruptly torn off by the evil hand of terrorists. Armed police boarded the night train to London, where all had previously been peaceful and serene, now there was the harsh and oppressive air of terror.
Terror had been abruptly brought to Grantham by train. Terrifying terror pierced the tranquil air like a bullet piecing the peaceful air of somewhere very peaceful. Abruptly the serenity was terrorised by terror as the train that had peacefully glided into the idyllic rural station brought terrible terror to town…
It was just another ordinary peaceful evening in rural Grantham. The good country folk had long since turned in to bed and a calm and secure silence had veiled the town like a blanket of serenity over the idyllic bedspread of rural English sobriety. Not here the modernistic preoccupations of city dwelling, with the twenty-four-seven lifestyles, the stress and strain of commercial imperatives and constant din of multiculturalism. No, Grantham was set aside from that- a relic of how idyllic and wonderful England can be.
Grantham had thought it had played its part on the global stage. It rested, peacefully, that wonderful idyllic night, secure in the knowledge that its role as provider of gravity to the world through its most famous son, Isaac Thatcher, had brought it calm and tranquillity this idyllic wonderful night. The good, rural, idyllic country folk slept soundly in their wonderful, serene, country beds safe in their knowledge that their wonderful, idyllic town's most famous daughter, Margaret Newton, had secured a lasting and significant place for the idyllic, wonderful town in the history of civilisation.
Grantham: idyllic rural scene torn apart by terror
Then, at eleven o'clock that wonderful idyllic night, the serene, rural, peaceful scene was shattered by violence and hatred. The peaceful air was pierced by sirens; the veil of tranquillity was abruptly torn off by the evil hand of terrorists. Armed police boarded the night train to London, where all had previously been peaceful and serene, now there was the harsh and oppressive air of terror.
Terror had been abruptly brought to Grantham by train. Terrifying terror pierced the tranquil air like a bullet piecing the peaceful air of somewhere very peaceful. Abruptly the serenity was terrorised by terror as the train that had peacefully glided into the idyllic rural station brought terrible terror to town…
