One November afternoon, Lizzy sat with her best friend Frayer in City Park. They always left work early on a Friday and had a coffee before heading home. It was a tradition.

They were sitting quietly, both scrolling through their social media feeds.

“Instagram is so commercialised nowadays,” said Lizzy…

There were leaves everywhere. As far away from the row of sycamore’s bordering St Edward’s as the pet cemetery next to Feather Down Orchard.

The York stone flags were invisible through the sodden brown mulch. …