THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

The further you got down Goosegang Lane, the more likely you were to find errant items of underwear wedged in hedges, or scruffy old men in long raincoats loitering with no particular intent.  Maybe there was something about its bramble-spiked borders and dark, fly-tipped dells that cultivated residents of a certain repute.  Whitney Spears lived with her folks and an unhinged half-sister in the old railway cottage slap-bang at the bottom, just before the lane petered out into the full-blown wild.

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