Brittany Shepherd stood on the pavement and stared at the narrow-fronted shop window. Busy hardly described it; her eyes ran over a gamut of rods, rifles, camouflage-patterned jackets and hats, dartboards and fishing tackle, and much more for country activities. A striking luminous-green sign, its writing in black capital letters flanked by a silhouette image of a fishing float on the left and a similarly stylised rifle on the right, dominated the façade. Above everything else, the shop name: Woody’s of Wembley reigned over the principal items available: FISHING TACKLE and SPORTING GUNS. The rest of the sign was filled by the street number, 565 and a 10-digit landline number. Having blitzed her eyes with the confusing array, Shepherd stepped inside the shop to the accompanying tinkle of a
