This story has its origins from a ‘sighting’ on a train journey to Oxford, long before Covid.

Our train was diverted to Banbury and a lady joined us at a four-seater table.

She was wearing and unusual brooch.

At Banbury, we changed to a bus which took us on to Oxford. They lady went her way and we went ours.

The story began in my head and then I started to tap it out on my iPad and, as happens from time to time, it was ‘lost’ among other snippets to be completed.

Well, here it is at last, perhaps eight years later?

It opens in Harrogate then tracks the life of a girl from Glasgow to Leeds.

To discover more, you must read on. . ..

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This story has been self-edited using ‘Read Aloud’ in Word.

Since there are around 40,000 words there must be errors and if you find one, please make your best judgement and read on.

Thanks.

Note: I have added a Contents listing which enables readers to move directly to a Chapter heading with a single CLICK.