Maybe hormones ate her brain. How else would Judith's husband have prised her away from London to the depths of Northumberland? Pregnant with number three and a long way from home, Judith is about to discover that there are one or two things about life in Northumberland he never mentioned - the fact that the nearest thing to an ethnic minority would be a redhead, that running out of petrol in a snowstorm was a really bad idea and that she'd be making friends with people who believed in the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
Judith tries to do that simple thing that women do, make hers a happy family. A family that might live happily ever after. Possibly even up North...
