WHITE HELL'S SHOOTING STAR

By Sasha Osborne

This story is fictional and very loosely based on the story of Elizabeth Woodcock, a Histon and Impington Resident in seventeen ninety-nine. The children are fictional characters and bear no resemblance to any of her real children. There are plenty of historical accounts of her life to be found if anyone wants to read about the real Elizabeth Woodcock.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781291622478

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WHITE HELL’S SHOOTING STAR

By Sasha Osborne

Copyright © 2021 Sasha Osborne, ‘White Hell’s Shooting Star.’

All rights reserved.  Any unauthorised broadcasting, public performance, copying will institute an infringement of copyright.

ISBN 978-1-291-62247-8

Cover designed by John Osborne. Copyright @2020 John Osborne.  All rights reserved Any unauthorised copying will institute an infringement of copyright.

Contents

WHITE HELL’S SHOOTING STAR

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

INTRODUCTION

This story is fictional and very loosely based on the story of Elizabeth Woodcock, a Histon and Impington Resident in 1799. The children are fictional characters and bear no resemblance to any of her real children.  There are plenty of historical accounts of her life to be found if anyone wants to read about the real Elizabeth Woodcock.  I wrote this story because she was an interesting character having survived eight days buried in the snow and was a very courageous woman.

CHAPTER ONE

It was late afternoon at the Cambridge daily market and the stallholders were slowly starting to pack up. A few snowflakes were falling, and the temperature had begun to drop.  It was time for them to go home. 

A slightly tipsy woman in her early forties was running back and forth with her basket hanging over her left arm.  She was wearing several layers of clothing, a woollen cape, and a separate hood.  She lifted a flask of brandy from her basket and took several sips from it to warm herself up.  She had been warming herself up for quite a while now and had very rosy cheeks, from her numerous gulps of brandy, which she had taken throughout the day.  Her name was Elizabeth.  Elizabeth Woodcock!

Eggs lovely eggs! Last few left… Come on ladies before they are all gone! Butter for sale, lovely golden butter!  Selling fast! Elizabeth shouted at the top of her voice.

Jacob the fishmonger was serving four customers at the same time but managed to turn his head towards Elizabeth.  He blew on his fingers to try and keep them warm then he also blew her a kiss.  He found her attractive.  She had a slim waist and pretty, brown hair, framing her pale white face, although she was now draped in a large cape and looked more like a bat than a pretty lady. 

Oi Lizzie, are you ready for husband number three?  Aren’t you tired of old Danny Woodcock yet?  Jacob shouted, but