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                   ‘If   one   advances   confidently,’   oreau     had   written   in   Walden,    ‘in   the

                direction    of   his   dreams,   and   endeavours    to   live   the   life   which   he   has
                imagined,  he  will  meet  with  a  success  unexpected  in  common  hours.’  He’d
                also   obser ved   that   part   of   this   success   was   the   product   of   being   alone.   ‘I
                never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.’

                   And  Nora  felt  similarly,  in  that  moment.  Although  she  had  only  been  le
                alone   for   an   hour   at   this   point,   she   had   never   experienced   this   level   of
                solitude before, amid such unpopulated nature.
                   She  had  thought,  in  her  nocturnal  and  suicidal  hours,  that  solitude  was

                the  problem.  But  that  was  because  it  hadn’t  been  true  solitude.  e  lonely
                mind    in   the   busy   city   yearns   for   connection   because   it   thinks   human-to-
                human  connection  is  the  point  of  ever ything.  But  amid  pure  nature  (or  the
                ‘tonic of wildness’ as oreau called it) solitude  took on a different character.

                It  became  in  itself  a  kind  of  connection.  A  connection  bet ween  herself  and
                the world. And between her and herself.
                   She   remembered       a   conversation   she’d   had   with   Ash.   Tall   and   slightly
                awkward and cute and forever in need of a new songbook for his guitar.

                   e chat hadn’t been in the shop but in the  hospital, when her mother was
                ill.  Shortly  aer  discovering  she  had  ovarian  cancer,  she  had  needed  surger y.
                Nora    had   taken   her   mum    to   see   all   the   consultants   at   Bedford   General
                Hospital, and she had held her mum’s hand more in those  few weeks than in

                all the rest of their relationship put together.
                   While  her  mum  was  undergoing  surger y,  Nora  had  waited  in  the  hospital
                canteen.  And  Ash  –  in  his  scrubs,  and  recognising  her  as  the       person  he’d
                chatted  to  on  many  occasions  in  String  eor y  –  saw  she        looked  worried

                and popped in to say hi.
                   He worked at the hospital as a general surgeon, and she’d ended up asking
                him  lots  of  questions  about  the  sort  of  stuff  he  did  (on  that  particular  day
                he’d   removed    an   appendix   and   a   bile   duct).   She   also   asked   about   normal

                post-surger y    recover y   time   and   procedure    times,   and   he   had   been   ver y
                reassuring.  ey’d  ended  up  talking  for  a  ver y  long  time  about  all  sorts  of
                things,  which  he  seemed  to  sense  she’d  been  in  need  of.  He’d  said  somet hing
                about  not  over-googling  health  symptoms.  And  that  had  led  to  them  talking

                about  social  media  –  he  believed  that  the  more  people  were  connected  on
                social media, the lonelier society became.
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