9. Legging it to Norway

Wind and wuthering

The year before I finished my PhD, a group of Italians came to study architecture at Newcastle, as exchange students. I was already living with two architects in the flat, and we knew several more, so they came to our flat to make some friends. They were a stunning group of girls, but one called Aurora Ferrero stunned me most. She was a quiet brunette. She’d understandably done some work as a model, but she didn’t have the steely character for it. She seemed like a troubled soul, always sad. Eventually, we became friends and grew closer. Her room was…