Jess Trevanion and her friend Viv stood under a green and white open-fronted awning anchored with steel pegs. Two hours earlier the long trestle table in front of them had been covered with cakes, scones and biscuits. Now it was bare but for a single cellophane-topped greaseproof bag. Comfortably...
As she folded dry clothes for ironing later, she mentally planned her day. Before she could phone the Record Office to book an appointment she had to look up the reference numbers of the documents she wanted to access. She had intended doing it last evening. Her heart lifted and memories made her...