Lancashire storms battered early Christmas shoppers risking the high street, and the Victorian cherubs above Whitaker’s Department store spat icy water onto passing heads like vengeful gargoyles.
Sales were suffering.
An apprentice in a Santa hat attempted to subdue the unholy cherubs with a long brush and was repeatedly drenched in dead leaves and mud.
From nowhere, a figure appeared on the stone balcony above the entrance. They began climbing the masonry without a ladder: armed with a tinselly red trowel , singing Wham’s Last Christmas and then shouting down to the crowds watching.
‘Don’t you believe in miracles in Lancashire?’
‘Who are you?’ said the apprentice.
‘I’m Cora,’ said the climber with violet eyes. ‘From Cornwall.’
