Back at Cranage Hall in Holmes Chapel, SL and I were plotting.

“How about a project on the University of things?” I suggested.

He loved the idea. All we needed to do now was recruit some team members. This proved difficult in the empty meeting room. All the other space seemed to be taken up by school children and our own peers appeared to have gone home early.

I headed up stairs to my own room (22) at the top floor of the Hall in the servants’ quarters. It was in chaos because the staff had already tried to check me out.