"Here love had died between me and the army. Here the tram lines ended so that men returning fuddled from Glasgow could doze in their seats until roused by the cnductress at their journey's end. There was some way to go from the tram stop to the camp gates; a quarter of a mile in which they could button their blouses and straighten their caps before passing the guard room, a quarter of a mile in which concrete gave place to grass at the road's edge. This was the extreme limit of the city, a fringe of driftwood above high-water mark. Here the close, homogenous territory of housing estates and cinema ended and the hinterland began."
(Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited)