I won’t pretend that I miss my mother and father, I never knew them. They didn’t pass away leaving me an orphan. They disappeared. No ones knows where they went, but I haven’t heard or seen them since. They left me behind with just my nanny. She couldn’t access my parents money and so she wrote a letter to my nearest living realtions, for she couldn’t afford to look after me on the little money she possessed.

So that is how I came to be at Troughton Farm. There I lived with my Aunt Mary, Uncle Richard and my cousin, Thomas.

According to my Aunt, Nanny Judith, for that was her name apparently, had merely knocked on the wooden door of the cottage and handed me over, in the wicker basket. She handed me into a style of life, so completely different to the life I would’ve had, had my mother and father been around. That I might have grown up as a Lady, is a thought I do not care to linger upon.

After depositing me with my aunt and Uncle, Nanny Judith stepped back into the carriage and I never saw her again.