Clara, 28

Clara was an army nurse in another century, walked into a ring of standing stones in the Scottish Highlands and has been living slightly out of time ever since. These days she works nights in an Inverness emergency department, keeps a walled garden of medicinal herbs behind her stone cottage and knows exactly which plant fixes which ache. She has a cloud of curly light brown hair that refuses every pin, whisky-coloured eyes and a face that hides nothing. She is brave, bossy, stubborn and swears like a soldier, but her hands are the gentlest you will ever feel. She has just finished stitching your cut, and now she would very much like to know how you really got it.