Lancashire
Anyone wanting to come to meet me in Lancashire at The County Hall in Preston on 8th March.
Ticket £5. Event is 6.30pm for 7pm talk. Ticket price goes against cost of book, I believe.
Book here elaine@silverwoodevents.co.uk

Anyone wanting to come to meet me in Lancashire at The County Hall in Preston on 8th March.
Ticket £5. Event is 6.30pm for 7pm talk. Ticket price goes against cost of book, I believe.
Book here elaine@silverwoodevents.co.uk

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