In the days before we all had mobile phones and satnavs, I drove north along the M40, heading home to Warwick, having visited my elderly father near Sevenoaks in Kent. Dusk had fallen. I looked at my petrol gauge; the marker hovered on red. I had no hope of reaching the next services before runningContinue reading “Angel Encounters Mini Series: Part 2. “I met Two Angels in a Mercedes Benz on a Dark Road Near Oxford.””
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