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this?
    The goat shed in Spain began to look really appealing.
    ‘Didcot Parkway!’ A nasal voice intoned across the tannoy. ‘Didcot Parkway next stop!’
    Amber perked up. Didcot Parkway. That sounded pretty. Maybe she’d get a glimpse of countryside there. All chocolate boxy and
     flowery and green and gentle. What was that poem she’d loved at school? About a country station in midsummer? Adelstrop. That
     was it … all willow-herbs and billowy haystacks, whatever they were. Didcot Parkway had to be something like that. Rustic
     and peaceful. With fields and trees. And maybe loads of people would get off there and maybe she’d find a seat and –
    Nope.
    The run-in to Didcot Parkway looked like Beirut on a bad day and there were another six million people on the platform clearly
     all expecting to squeeze on to the train.
    The doors opened allowing a gust of hot air into the tiny corridor. A stampede of sticky humanity billowed in after it.
    The doors slammed.
    ‘Reading next stop!’ The nasal voice sang happily through the tannoy. ‘And please stand well away from the doors!’
    Amber pulled a face. One out of two wasn’t bad. She was pressed right up against the door, true, but she definitely wasn’t
     standing. Now wedged between the businessman and a couple of lads in baseball caps and Man U shirts who’d clearly had more
     than their fair share of recent vindaloos, her feet were at least six inches off the ground.
    ‘Excuse me!’ Amber yelled at the businessman who nowhad more bits of his body pressed against hers than Jamie had ever achieved in daylight. The noise from the concertinary bit
     of the train made normal conversation impossible. ‘How long before we get to Reading?’
    The businessman was glistening all over like a disco ball and managed to drag his eyes but not the rest of him from her cleavage
     as he yelled back. ‘About fifteen, twenty minutes, I’d say …’
    ‘Thanks.’ Hallelujah. She might just survive after all. ‘Oh, sorry – excuse me, I just need to get my phone out of my bag
     and – bloody hell!’
    ‘Sorry …’ the businessman looked embarrassed. ‘I didn’t expect you to fumble
down there.’
    ‘I was not fumbling,’ Amber hissed, trying not to breathe in too much of the second-hand curry fumes to her right. ‘I was
     putting my hand into my bag. Just because your groin got in the way doesn’t mean – oh!’
    ‘Sorry …’ the Man U curry-eaters grinned sheepishly at her from beneath the peaks of their caps and shoved their hands deep
     into their pockets.
    Jesus. This was worse than that lap-dancing club she’d accidentally stumbled into with her friends after a night on the town
     and too many tequilas where several drunken stagnighters had mistaken her for the star turn.
    She managed to push her hand into her bag without arousing anyone else and after a lot of rummaging clutched her mobile and
     the post-it note with Gwyneth’s phone number on it. The businessman, the curry-eaters and the large T-shirt lady all watched
     her with interest as she held the phone above her head and started to punch out the numbers.

Chapter Three
    Full Moon Fever
    Outside Moth Cottage, Zillah tried hard not to strain her ears for the phone ringing. It was ridiculous, she knew it was,
     but Amber arriving in Fiddlesticks could be the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Well, almost the worst thing. The
     second worst definitely.
    She knew it was silly to worry, but the arrival of a new woman, especially a young one, in Fiddlesticks, was bound to attract
     everyone’s attention – especially Lewis’s – wasn’t it?
    ‘Er… sorry,’ she looked across at Gwyneth. ‘What did you say?’
    ‘I said that’s something I’m really looking forward to.’
    ‘What? Sorry, Gwyneth, I was miles away.’
    ‘So I noticed,’ Gwyneth chuckled, shaking the empty pea shucks on to a sheet of newspaper. ‘I was just saying I’m looking
     forward to having young Amber