SAM DELANEY IS AT HOME
On the estate where I grew up, there was this wild tortoise. It was a pretty large estate in West London, comprising high-rises, low-block maisonettes and clusters of small houses. There were play areas, a network of concrete walkways and vast underground garages where local bad lads would hide in the daytime while bunking off school.
This tortoise just roamed free, wandering among buildings and gardens like any other local resident. As far as anyone knew,
