Tractors used to drip oil onto rain-drenched farmyard rubble causing multicoloured patterns. As a little girl, Judith imagined these sparkling hues to be places where rainbows had touched the ground.
Then enter the interim years, and no longer a little girl. Like many other young women Judith was empathetic and perceptive. She worried about the state of the world and the shape of her nose. She was also determined that come hell or high heels she had to get out of Omnidowns at the earliest possible opportunity.
So she scrimped and she saved and finally had enough money to put a deposit down on a small flat in the suburbs of Bogcragston, the county town. She didn't move there because it was picturesque.
In fact, Bogcragston was one of the few places that had its appearance enhanced by the introduction of speed cameras.
The concrete roads were constantly covered with fuel spills and acid rain. Not rainbow residue anymore though, just toxic eyesores now. And despite her keenness to leave home she often felt like an exile from fairyland.