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So
what’s this one about then? It’s a touching tale of self-discovery, family,
loss and love set in a Lancashire mill town in the 1950s.
It’s
1956 and Sally Simcox is a girl in trouble, at a time when having an
illegitimate child is considered shameful. The father, Nick Roberts, had
offered to marry her but, knowing he was in love with someone else, she’d told
him she’d had a miscarriage.
Sally
has fled to the anonymity of Blackpool, not knowing what she’s going to do
there or how she will cope with her situation. On the day of her arrival in
Blackpool, she meets a young RAF serviceman. He seems familiar and it isn’t
long before Sally realises that he’s the last person she needs to meet for he
is Nick’s younger brother, Phil. And he has no idea who she is. Yet it seems
that their paths are destined to cross.
To tempt your reading appetite, an excerpt from Chapter 1 follows.
Chapter 1
Today should have been her wedding day.
A sense of desolation swept over Sally Simcox,
causing her to falter as she stepped off the train on to the platform of Blackpool
Central station. She stood for a moment, gathering courage, aware that her solitude
marked her out from her fellow passengers, who were either in family groups or
gangs of lads and lasses. Conscious that several of the lads were eyeing her
up, she automatically straightened her spine, hoping someone would offer to
give her a hand. When no-one did, she shrugged her shoulders and leaned to the
side to compensate for the weight of her suitcase.
She staggered onto the main concourse of the
station, amid all the hustle of a normal Saturday, mostly day trippers at this
time of year, come for the famous Illuminations. Fighting clear of the crowds,
she made her way to the exit and on to the street beyond where she stopped to
take in this first sight of her beloved Blackpool. She put her case on the
ground the better to absorb the sights, the sounds, the smells.
The Tower soared up,
gigantic at such close quarters. To her left was the grey choppy expanse of the
sea. Its sharp saltiness, the sweetness of candyfloss from a nearby rock stall filled
her nostrils as she breathed in. For the first time in several days, she felt
the stirring of anticipation and excitement. She was in Blackpool and at the
beginning of a new life without her family. Being here was either a gamble or,
as her brother, Jud, had said, ‘a bloody stupid idea.’ Gently, she put both
hands on her belly in a protective gesture. ‘This is it, kid. It’s you and me against
the world’.
From behind, someone
barged into her and she landed with a thump on the pavement, where she lay
winded. She glanced up in time to see a group of blue-uniformed RAF boys,
laughing and jostling each other, eager to be at the delights of the busy
seaside town. ‘You clumsy clots!’ she yelled after them, uselessly as it turned
out for they were oblivious to anyone but themselves.
Then she felt a hand under
her elbow and a voice said in her right ear. ‘Are you all right? Do you think
you might have broken owt?’ The familiar Lancashire accent was reassuring.
‘No, I don’t think so,’
she said as, with help from her rescuer, she rose to her feet. Her suitcase had
burst open and to her horror, her far-from-white underwear lay exposed to the
world. ‘Oh, no!’ she said, inwardly cursing her mother’s laziness at not
separating the whites from everything else when doing the washing, no matter
how many times Sally reminded her. She gathered her belongings up, shoved them
out of sight and snapped the case shut again.
‘You look a bit pale,’ the
young man said. ‘Are you OK?’
She looked at him for the
first time and saw that he, too, was an RAF serviceman, of medium height,
good-looking in a quiet, restrained sort of way. Under his cap, his eyes were a
grey-blue colour and he was fair-skinned. Troublingly, something about him was
vaguely familiar. Aware that she was staring, she said, ‘I do feel a bit wobbly.’
‘Do you fancy a cup of
tea? There’s a café not far from here. It’s a bit basic, but at least it’s
clean.’
She shouldn’t; she didn’t
know him. On the other hand, she did feel shaky and there was the baby to think
of. ‘Thanks. But what about your mates?’ She nodded in the direction the other
RAF servicemen had gone.
He laughed. ‘They’re not
my mates. They were probably erks – National Servicemen – on their first pass
after being on an armament course at Kirkham.’ He picked up her suitcase with
ease and indicated that they should turn right. ‘I’m based at Kirkham too, only
I’m a regular.’ The lift of his muscular shoulders showed his obvious pride.
He led the way down
Central Drive until they came to a brightly lit café. From a juke box came the
sounds of Elvis Presley’s ‘Don’t Be Cruel.’ Leaving her sitting at one of the
formica-topped tables, the young serviceman went up to the counter where he
chatted to the proprietor. He’d taken his cap off as they’d arrived, revealing
fair hair ridged where the cap had rested. His manner seemed affable and
easy-going, though he would never stand out from the crowd in the way Nick had
done. A sharp pang of pain shot through her as she thought of Nick, lost to her
now. Occasionally, she doubted the wisdom of passing up the chance of marrying
him but the decision had been hers alone and she must live with the
consequences. And she could never go back because she’d told her family – and
Nick – that she’d had a miscarriage.
‘Are you feeling dizzy?
Faint?’
She looked up, saw the
concern in his eyes and pulled her thoughts to the present. ‘No, I’m OK thanks.’
He indicated the two thick
white cups he’d placed on the table. ‘Sorry about the mugs but it’s a good cup
of tea.’
‘I’m more used to these
than china cups and saucers.’
He raised his own mug to
touch hers. ‘I’m Phil, by the way, Phil Roberts.’
As
he said that, the vague familiarity that had been troubling her since he’d
first helped her to her feet, clarified in her mind and a sick feeling spread
to her stomach. Improbable though it might seem, this personable young man was
Nick’s younger brother.
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