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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

Amber took a deep breath. ‘I’m goin’ to live wi’ Mr Greenwood when he finds a suitable house so I can carry on lookin’ after Charlotte.’

Nancy’s eyes stretched wide as she whistled through her teeth. ‘Crikey, lass, are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, there’s enough gossip flyin’ around about you two as it is. If you move in wi’ ’im you’ll be branded a scarlet woman.’

Amber shrugged. ‘So be it! I don’t care so long as I get to be wi’ me baby.’ She cuddled Charlotte to her and they sat silent for a time wondering what the future had in store for them all.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

A week later on a beautiful day in May, Barnaby went to the nursery to tell Amber, ‘I think I’ve found a house that may be suitable for us but I’d like you to come and see it before I make a final decision. You may know the property in question. It’s an old sea captain’s house on the headland about half a mile from Whitby Abbey.’

‘I know the one you mean, but ain’t that been empty for a long time?’

He nodded. ‘Yes it has, and it’ll need a lot of work to bring it back to how it should be. But I think it would be worth it. What do you think?’

‘It’s worth a look,’ she agreed.

So early the next morning after collecting the keys from the estate agent in town, they set off with Charlotte in the carriage to view it.

As they drew near, Amber noted that some of the tiles were missing from the roof and what should have been the front garden was so overgrown that it looked like a jungle. The front of the house was surrounded by a picket fence in desperate need of painting and the gate was hanging off its hinges.

‘I know it looks a little daunting,’ Barnaby told her. ‘But I can afford to get men in to repair the roof and do some of the work and it is a sizable property. It stands in half an acre of garden which would be enough for us to have our own small vegetable plot and perhaps keep a few chickens. I believe there’s an orchard as well, so we wouldn’t be short of fruit and veg.’

When the carriage drew to a halt Barnaby alighted and reached in to take Charlotte as Amber clambered down after him.

As they battled through the overgrown weeds to the front door, Amber noticed that a lot of the glass in the little leaded windows had been broken, probably by children or vandals. Even so, as he had said, it was a large building and the views of the sea on one side and the moors stretching away into the distance on the other were breathtaking.