Somewhere in Scotland, on a gloomy Western Isle, a lone woman runs. Chased or chasing? Neither, it turns out. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s training, for the Iron Woman. In Manchester, meanwhile, in the rain (of course), a digger scrapes at the soil. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whoa,Ã¢â‚¬Â someone shouts. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whoa whoa whoa.Ã¢â‚¬Â The digger has unearthed something other than earth, a piece of clothing hangs from one of the bucketÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s teeth. In the ground, a shoe Ã¢â‚¬â€œ red, heeled Ã¢â‚¬â€œ and what look like bones.