I’m currently reading Christine Keeler’s autobiography, ‘Nothing But’, and was intrigued to read her description of her childhood home in Wraysbury, “a couple of converted railway carriages” that backed onto a river.
Stephen Ward turns up there unexpectedly one Saturday after he’d met Keeler at Murray’s Club in London where she worked as a dancer. Ward then whisks her off for a drive to his weekend cottage at Cliveden and the seeds were sown for what was to become one of the biggest political scandals of the 20th Century – the Profumo Affair.
This is the route that they most likely took from Wraysbury to Clivenden that first time. I very pleasant drive I should imagine.