Chapters (59)
- Cover
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- Dedication
- PREFACE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- ENDING
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by Val Wood
‘Aye, mebbe I am, but I have my pride, and we’ll see if he meks any offer. He might even be peeved that I’m leaving before I said I would, but ’new foreman will be pleased to have ’cottage, I expect.’
Ellen looked round at the cosy room with the flickering firelight and the warm welcoming glow of the lamp. ‘Anybody would be,’ she said with a catch in her voice. ‘They’d be fools not to.’
As soon as Harry had gone out to see Billy, she opened the cupboard doors and took out her few pans. She took out her cutlery too, but on second thoughts she put that back again. They had to eat and therefore needed knives and forks. She could manage with one pan for three days. She began to think that perhaps she should prepare and cook food to take with them, for she didn’t know what facilities there would be; she’d forgotten to ask Harry if there was a fireplace or a range for cooking.
When she and Harry had come here after their wedding they had had nothing except what they had been given. Harry’s mother had provided them with a pair of sheets and pillow covers, and then her mother did the same, and offered two chairs that she no longer needed. Ellen had made curtains from material she had found in her mother’s cupboard, and she looked at them now. They were heavy and still serviceable and kept out draughts, and she thought that she would take them, along with everything else they possessed. It still wouldn’t fill a cart, and the new family who were coming here would undoubtedly bring their own goods and chattels.
By the time Harry arrived home again she had sorted everything from the downstairs cupboards into piles ready to pack. Harry said that he and Billy had been loaned a small wagon for free and that Billy would drive it to Hull and back for them.
The next morning they were both up earlier than usual; Harry to tell Charlesworth they would be gone by Saturday morning, and also to finish off a few jobs around the farm. What he was really doing was taking his leave of the workplace where he had spent so many happy years; but it had changed since Ozzie had died and the heart had gone out of it for him.