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Four young boys are accused with robbery. one of them with murder, Hanging in Britain was still prevalent at that time. Can one of them escape the hangman's noose?'
Ruby White the petite honey blonde who works in a chemist shop spends her lunch break reading poetry in the local library. it is there that she meets Richard Llewellyn Shaw a writer and poet from Wales who has come to the North East to write a book. A relationship develops even though he is eight years her senior.
Then there is Jessie Longworth who has been saddled with looking after her father who is in the early stages of dementia. She is unable to cope with looking after her father, and her family and asks her brother Edward if he will take her father for a while. Joe Corder is an ex-dock worker. He worked hard all his life and gives his son his savings to help him start his own business. He meets Elizabeth who comes from a well to do family who all look down on Jessie and her father. She will not have him in her home.

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Richard Shaw sat at the typewriter, he’d written twelve pages that morning. He was in a good mood. He stopped for lunch of pork sausages, eggs from the farm and some bacon; he sliced some bread and then poured tomato sauce on the side of the plate.

“When he was done he went out for a walk as he liked to do to fill in his afternoon.

He’d woken up at 5 a.m. took out his 2.2 rifle into the woods and shot six cock pheasants and a half dozen rabbits. Walking further on he shot a four wood pigeons which he was going to cook for Ruby for dinner later that evening.

On the way back he thought about how he was going to cook the birds. Then it came to him. He would braise them using cider from the apples that he’d picked. Then would make a confit of apples and shallots and serve it with some new potatoes and carrots. There was some apple pie left so if Ruby was still hungry then they could eat some of that.’ Richard had some of the wine that Ruby liked which would accompany the meal. He sat outside plucking the feathers off the pigeons until they were all done and discarded them in the bin. He then cleaned the birds and the rabbits ready to drop off at Tom Sherwin’s butcher shop.

Richard prepared the confit that would simmer for over an hour and then left to cool. The birds would be browned off in a pan then left to braise in the pan with the cider apples and shallots. He would cook the new potatoes and carrots for fifteen minutes before leaving. The residual heat from oven would cook those.

Richard could then pick up Ruby and when he returned the birds would be cooked and everything would be ready to serve. Richard checked his watch it was now ten past one so he sat back at his typewriter and bashed away at the letters until he had completed another chapter. He loved it when the words just seemed to flow from his mind and he didn’t have to think about what to write. He always edited his work the next day which saved him a lot of time later. “It was far easier to edit a book chapter by chapter rather than start from the beginning. He did have an editor, Sandra Monk who worked for Faber and Faber. They published historical fiction. He liked to correct his own errors before handing the script over to Sandra Monk for her perusal. She always suggested some small changes to his work and they argued quite a bit until they came to a compromise. If this book was a success then he would be able to buy the cottage and have enough money to last him for a year or two. Once he had finished he quickly had a bath. The cottage was lucky enough to have hot running water that worked off the wood burning stove. He shaved then put on a shirt and his cardigan because it was quite cold outside now. The first frost of the winter had arrived and it wouldn’t be long until the first snow followed.

He would have to stock up on game before the winter arrived so that he would have a good supply of meat to sell for Christmas to Tom Sherwin.

The venison he would get from the deer he would shoot would be shared between him and the farmer Harold Simmons who owned the land. The meat from the stag was big enough to last him over the winter months. He planned to take a few rabbits and pheasants with him to his mothers at the weekend when she would get to meet Ruby and her mother.

Bronwyn Shaw his mother was so excited that her son had met someone; he’d been out with some of the local girls in Merthyr Tydfil before he went off to Durham University but had never brought them home. The parents of the girls thought Richard a wimp because he didn’t do man’s work down the pit like their fathers.

“Who the bloody hell does he think he is they would say; Dylan Thomas he is not.’

Richard remembered the poem “Do not go gentle into that good night”

Thinking to himself that they were right; he was no Dylan Thomas. He was Richard Llewellyn Shaw.

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