HEART & LUCY
Lucy’s kids had left home and she’d long since parted from their dad. She moved into a smaller place, a cottage in a Dorset village with a stream running at the end of the garden. She spent hours digging the dark, rich alluvial soil, planting daisies, roses and Hellebores. She regularly dug up little artifacts, two George III coins from the late 1700s and the occasional less exciting sardine tin. It was a sunny day in late May 2002 when her spade hit something metallic, she fully expected to uncover another sardine tin but as she brushed away the dirt a brass heart was revealed. A week later she had a meeting in Bath. She’d been listening to The Guardian personals ads and had finally heard a voice that interested her. The voice was Keith’s. They met outside the abbey, she identified him by The Guardian newspaper that he carried under his arm. A year later they were married.
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