The Gypsy Way, Part One: Running In Corridors

It all started in 1985, when I was living in my shabby caravan in my own little corner of rural England. I scraped a living back then breeding chickens, doing odd jobs, and I kept my head down—until she came along. All it took was one row with her husband to turn my life upside down and plunge me into a world I had tried to leave behind. All I needed was the truth, but as everyone seemed to be hiding a guilty secret—including me—it took a long time and a hectic race around England, from Ap...