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Snuggled about a winding road, deep in a valley of yellow and green, lay a village at rest. Two shops, a church and a quaint cafe that couldn't be seen from just round a bend. Blink and you'd miss it all. Blink, and you'd miss a little house, nestled back from the road. An elderly widower lived there alone. Lithe and content in the warmth of his home, he wore a flat cap on his head, baggy twill pants, and a woollen scarf at his neck. His days began . . .