The sky above the small West Yorkshire town of Silsden was cold, empty and silent. I swear the sun was shivering as it shrank below the horizon. ‘Any minute now,’ said mum. She handed out binoculars. I handed out gloves, hats. Zipped up coats. Felt my toes starting to go numb, which doesn’t take long when you’re  standing...
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