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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

It was late afternoon by the time they finished hanging the clean washing on the lines strung across the beams, and they sat down beneath it as it slowly steamed in the heat of the fire.

‘I saw Bertie earlier on an’ he was askin’ questions about why I went to stay in Scarborough,’ Amber said worriedly. ‘You don’t think he knows somethin’, do you?’

‘O’ course he don’t,’ her mother said, reaching out to pat her hand. ‘I told your uncle that I’d join him in Scarborough in the next couple weeks or so.’ She looked around sadly at the little cottage that had been her home for so many years. ‘First though, I’ll have to get rid of all me stuff. I had a word wi’ Mrs Preston earlier an’ told her I were leavin’ an’ sellin’ up, an’ that’s better than usin’ a loud speaker. Everyone will know be now that I’ve stuff to sell, unless you want to keep anythin’, o’ course?’

Amber shook her head. ‘Even if I did I’ve nowhere to store it,’ she responded. ‘And anyway, if you can sell it for a few bob you’ll ’ave a bit behind you.’

‘But what will you do, lass? Please won’t you change yer mind an’ come with me? I’m sure we’d settle there.’

‘Don’t you worry about me,’ Amber gave her a warm smile as she rubbed some goose fat into her sore hands. ‘I had a word wi’ Nancy up at Greenacres earlier on an’ she’s goin’ to speak to her mam about me stayin’ wi’ them for a bit, just until I get on me feet an’ find another post.’

Alice looked horrified. ‘What? You’re plannin’ to stay wi’ Sadie Grimshaw? Why, they’re packed to the ceilin’ wi’ little ’uns as it is an’ although she’s got a heart as big as a bucket she ain’t the cleanest o’ women, it’s a well-known fact.’

Amber chuckled. ‘Well, it’ll do fer now. It ain’t as if I’m intendin’ to be there for long, is it? A job is bound to turn up.’

Alice sniffed, clearly displeased with the news, but she held her tongue. Her daughter had grown up into a young woman over the last months, she’d had to, and now she must let her chick leave the nest and fly free. It wouldn’t stop her worrying about her, though, and she wished that things might have been different. It was a funny old life and you never knew what was around the corner. She just prayed that it would be something good for Amber. She deserved a bit of good luck after all she’d been through.

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