Photo-story by Julie Holmes from Februs 40 with Molly Pankhurst James Bowers, dapper in his suit, straight of back and determined in demeanour, strides in measured paces up the path of the suburban house. He has trodden his even steps for two miles, contemplating his mission, mentally rehearsing the admonishments to be delivered, envisaging the scene. Molly Pankhurst seems equally composed, although her eyes often flit to her watch to check the progress of time. Molly’s appearance is more casual: barefoot in captioned vest top and jeans, she curls on the sofa trying to work her way rapidly through the manual she should have memorised three months ago, chain-smoking her way through the pages of instructions and charts. The two images sum up their disparate personalities perfectly. Mr Bowers with his no-nonsense spectacles, staid clothes and established male pattern balding has a strong sense of duty, tradition and justice. Ms P...
