Time passes in Northern England small town following disappearance of a girl.
The nettles and cow parsley came up in swathes, the bindweed trumpeting through the hedges.
The only sounds were footsteps and dogs barking along the road and faintly a helicopter from the reservoirs.
In the first week they were seen setting off from the visitor centre with their father leading the way, returning an hour later in the sort of glowering silence that follows a difference of views.
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