The youngest of five siblings, Sara Cox grew up on her father's cattle farm surrounded by dogs, cows, horses, fields and 'lots of cack'. The lanky kid sister - half girl, half forehead - a nuisance to the older kids, the farm was her very own dangerous adventure playground, 'a Bolton version of Narnia'. Her writing conjures up a time of wagon rides and haymaking and agricultural shows, alongside chain smoking pensioners, cabaret nights at the Conservative...