It was a bitter morning in January. The snow fell like tears from a never ending bed of clouds. Ludham was engulfed in darkness. Occasionally a few cars would pass by illuminating the deserted streets. William pulled his raincoat tighter and shivered. The individual snow drops were blown through soot covered bungalows. The village hall was already shut. It was only quarter past three. Apart from the old and forgotten howls of the wind, it was silent…