From Pakistan To Preston
There’s no one except us at the edge of this world, where chirayaan sing from the tops of hedgerows and mingle with wild roses and sloes, where the sentry oaks behind it all twitched their thousand spindly wands and made something happen.
Tommy closed his hand around the little note Sunehri had left him. People looking on might think they had never met. He liked that. A lot.
It’s 1972 in the North of England. Tommy O’Reilly from Preston and Sunehri Saleem from Pakistan are working at an artificial silk factory. As Tommy creates a vibrant new shade that will be made into flags to celebrate the Guild, the bright skein of modern Britain’s origins is gradually untangled.