Back Summer in Provence
Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. April 2018
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. July 2018
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. December 2018
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. March 2019
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. May 2019
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. April 2020
  41. 33
  42. 34
  43. December 2020
  44. 35
  45. Does ‘The End’ ever leave you wanting more?
  46. Nico and Fern
  47. Isabel, the Marquesa de Aytona
  48. Aiden and Joss
  49. Taylor and Kellie
  50. Ceana
  51. Pierce
  52. Dee-Dee and Odile
  53. Patricia
  54. Bastien
  55. Margot
  56. Hannah and Owen
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. More from Lucy Coleman
  59. About the Author
  60. About Boldwood Books

In fact, Elliot is setting out to make a big name for himself and his work already commands a lot of respect within the industry. But this project is a huge risk for him too, because, while in theory we have interest in this mini-series of documentaries we’re going to be working on together, there’s no signed contract yet. The reality of the situation is that no TV network will commit until we have something to show them, which means using our own money, and putting everything on the line.

‘So, when exactly are you due back from Versailles?’

‘The fourth of June, at the latest, as I’m hosting a new slot on the Morning Sunshine show. Elliot won’t be working exclusively on our project while we’re away as he has some paid work that he’ll be doing in between filming. It was a big factor in him being able to commit to it, so I’m happy to work around him. What’s left of my nest egg will keep me going until I get home, hopefully. The bonus is that this is finally the chance I’ve been waiting for, to spend time doing some family research.’

Shellie’s forehead lifts as she pulls one of her renowned is that wise? faces.

‘I guessed as much, but have you actually spelt that out to Mum?’

‘What, that I want to dig around and find out more about Grandma’s time in France? Well, I sort of assumed she’d take that for granted. I’m a journalist, after all, and I’ll be in Versailles with time on my hands.’

‘Good luck with that, then, as 1961 was a long time ago.’ She rolls her eyes, clearly thinking any spare time I have could be better utilised.

‘I loved Grandma Viv’s stories about her childhood – she was a natural storyteller. You missed a lot not joining us in the garden, you know.’

Shelley bats her eyelashes at me. ‘That’s why your hands were always so filthy as a child and, besides, you were her undisputed favourite. She knew it was never my thing, anyway.’

‘Well, I think you missed out. But as for her French adventure, well, it was strange because she wouldn’t talk about it. I mean, what did Granddad think? They met, she was offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to head off to France on a year’s work experience and when she returned home, they were married. But she never once, as far as I can tell, mentioned her year away.