Acknowledgements
Miles off Course may have been a description rather than a title, if not for the following people who have kept me from becoming hopelessly lost in the literary wilderness. I am deeply and sincerely grateful.
My husband Michael, who can’t always see the road, but whose internal compass is pretty true. Who, in the beginning, drew me a map of the 1930s and let me go.
My boys, Edmund and Atticus, who never stay on the path, who wander off to find places that no-one else knows and who are fearless in their exploration of this world.
Leith Henry, my life-long friend, whom I call when I have no idea where I’m going. Whose support from the beginning has made me much braver than I might otherwise have been.
My father who will still drive out in the middle of the night to pick
