(A piece of waste land amidst gravel pits forms a corner of an English version of a trailer park in Buckinghamshire (now Berkshire) not far from the river. A patch of muddy grass, worn away to earth in front of the converted railway carriage sheathed in stained white cladding. Clothes flap from a line The inside of an old railway carriage.) {WARD} I must say, what a marvelous place to live! All this... space {CHRISTINE} Might be better if we had electricity {WARD} (laughing) What do you use, oil lamps? {CHRISTINE} That's right {WARD} How romantic {CHRISTINE} Smelly, more like (WARD makes an expansivе gesture.) {WARD} You're so vеry clever to have found this The air is so much sweeter in the country Afternoon tea Under a tree Close your eyes, and you could be in Bridlington-on-Sea Caravans are absolutely charming Anywhere you go, your home goes with You've so much freedom The world's your oyster The open road rolls by What more could anybody ask for? The woods, the birds, and the sky {CHRISTINE} It's not a caravan, it's an old railway carriage {WARD} Well - same principle! I couldn't do without somewhere in the country I've a little cottage by the river I like to go and stay there at the weekend Warm breezes blow Friends come and go As the sun is setting, the champagne begins to flow (He turns to MRS. HUISH, CHRISTINE's mother.) Why don't I take Christine down and show her? I could bring her back sometime this evening It's a two-seater Or I'd invite you Maybe another day Won't you give me your kind permission To take Christine away? You look far too young to have a daughter Old enough to be a shorthand typist She's so delightful A credit to you You've taught her grace and charm Think of me as her guardian angel I'll keep her safe from harm