Living and working in the city was what I had always known.

I knew how to cope if a tube or train ran late at seven o'clock in the morning.

I knew which hot drink I enjoyed most depending on my mood or the weather from the Starbucks at the end of almost every street in London.

I knew that wasting money in the classy boutiques was a requirement for having a flat near the centre.

What I had never had to learn was how to adjust to an empty Georgian manor house in a tiny rural village in Scotland.

Never once in my thirty-four years had I imagined that I would end up in that exact situation and want to leave everything I was so accustomed to before, in favour of being in the middle of nowhere.


Authors Note: I did not complete NaNoWriMo this year but did enjoy writing the 13k+ that I did so here it is in full. This is just a very short prologue chapter.