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  Escape To... Bramble Patch Craft Shop

  Escape To...Series

  Sarah Hope

  Published by Sarah Hope, 2020.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  ESCAPE TO... BRAMBLE PATCH CRAFT SHOP

  First edition. May 24, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 Sarah Hope.

  Written by Sarah Hope.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Escape To... Bramble Patch Craft Shop (Escape To...Series)

  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

  Epilogue

  ‘Escape To...The Little Beach Café’

  ‘Escape To...Berry Grove Bed & Breakfast’

  ‘Escape To...The Seaside Ice Cream Parlour’

  ‘Escape To...Christmas at Corner Cottage’

  ‘Izzy’s Story: Life After Separation (The Happiness Club Book 1)’

  ‘Izzy’s Story: Moving On (The Happiness Club Book 2)’

  ‘Izzy’s Story: A Second Life’ (The Happiness Club Book 3)’

  ‘A Locket of Memories’

  About the Author

  For my children,

  Let's change our stars.

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to my wonderful children who give me the motivation to keep writing and remind me to keep working towards changing our stars.

  Thank you to the lovely Dawn Doyle of Star Design Graphics https://www.facebook.com/stardesigngraphicsforauthors/ who has created this beautiful cover for me.

  Chapter One

  ‘Mum! Ellis is being annoying! Can you tell him to stop copying everything I say?’

  ‘Mum! Ellis is being ann...’

  ‘Ellis! Stop! Just stop teasing your sister.’ Glancing in the rearview mirror, Molly Wilson raised her voice.

  ‘I’m only being annoying to her because she’s being annoying to me. Did you hear what she keeps calling me?’ Folding his arms, Ellis pouted.

  ‘I did, and I’ve already told her off for that. Lauren, like I said, please don’t be horrible to him.’

  ‘But he does smell. He’s stinking the back seat out. You don’t have to sit next to him, if you did...’

  ‘Stop. If neither of you has anything nice to say to the other, then don’t. Just try to be nice. In fact, just be quiet. Have a bit of quiet time. Look out of the window or read or something. We’ll be there soon.’ They’d be there already if it hadn’t been for the roadworks on the motorway and the ridiculously slow average speed limit.

  ‘I bet we won’t. You said that ages ago.’

  ‘That was before I knew about the roadworks, Ellis.’ Molly looked at the SatNav. ‘All being well we should be there in twenty minutes.’

  ‘Yeah right.’

  Breathing slowly out through her nose, Molly reminded herself that this was a massive change for them too. They were not only moving from the house they had lived in their entire lives, but they were also leaving their schools, their friends, and the bustle of town life they were used to. To top all of the changes off, they would have to get used to Molly working around them. However much Molly was looking forward to opening the craft shop, she knew it would be harder work than the 8.30-4.00 work-life she was used to. This would be 9-5 every day apart from a Sunday, plus fitting all of the admin and ordering in.

  ‘HERE WE ARE, PAYTON-On-The-Water.’ Winding the window down, Molly took a deep breath. ‘Just smell that country air.’

  Twisting in his seat, Ellis copied his mum and wound his window down too. ‘Yuck, Pee-On-The-Water stinks!’

  ‘Ellis, please?’ What was the point in telling him off yet again? He’d only ignore her anyway?

  ‘You’re such a baby. It’s Payton-On-The-Water.’

  ‘No, I’m not! I’m nine now, so I’m definitely not a baby! Mum, Lauren called me a baby!’

  Stop acting like one then. Gritting her teeth, she ignored their argument. ‘I can see the craft shop up ahead. Look!’

  ‘I thought we had to pick the keys up from the estate agents first?’ Chewing her nail, Lauren looked out of her window.

  ‘No, we were going to but because we’re so late now, they’re meeting us here.’

  ‘Oh, okay.’

  Pulling the car into one of the parking bays outside the small shop, Molly yanked the handbrake up and turned to look at her children. ‘Right, you two, let’s go and begin our new life!’

  Huffing, Lauren unclipped her seatbelt and grabbed her rucksack from the footwell. ‘Yep, let’s get this over and done with.’

  Shutting the car door behind her, Molly walked up to Tania, the estate agent who had shown them around before they’d put an offer in. ‘Tania, hi. Sorry again that we’re so late. The roadworks on the motorway were a nightmare.’

  ‘Molly, evening. Hello, kids, I bet you’re both excited, aren’t you?’

  ‘Ecstatic.’ Rolling her eyes, Lauren looked at the floor.

  ‘Sorry, they’re just tired.’ Molly looked back at Tania.

  ‘Of course. I bet it’s been a long day.’

  ‘Yes, it has.’

  ‘Well, here are your keys and I wish you all the best in your new venture.’

  ‘Thank you. And thank you again for waiting for us.’

  ‘You’re very welcome. Bye, kids.’

  Standing still, Molly watched as Tania sauntered back to her sports car and disappeared down the road.

  ‘Well, here we are.’ Putting her arms around Lauren and Ellis’ shoulders, Molly gently twisted them so they were looking at the front of the shop. ‘Welcome to our new life at Bramble Patch Craft Shop.’

  ‘It says ‘Diane’s Dresses’ on the sign. Are you sure this is the right one?’ Glancing up, Lauren looked back down and began picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of her jumper.

  ‘We’re having a new sign coming tomorrow morning. Are you excited?’ Glancing from Ellis to Lauren and back again, Molly chewed her bottom lip.

  ‘Umm.’

  ‘Okay, let’s go inside and start cleaning before the removal van gets here. I think they’re only about half an hour behind us.’

  PULLING ELLIS’ BEDROOM door to, Molly stepped over the boxes stacked in the small hallway before making her way towards Lauren’s bedroom. After insisting on unpacking every last Lego set he owned, Ellis had eventually given in to sleep. Molly was just relieved that the idea of wrapping the sets in towels before placing them into the removal boxes had preserved them. She had been half-expecting Ellis to insist on rebuilding any broken ones before going to sleep, but apart from a missing wheel on one of the trucks, they’d done surprisingly well.

  Carefully inching Lauren’s door open, Molly stood in the doorway. ‘Try to get some sleep, sweetheart.’

  ‘Mum, can’t y
ou see I’m on the phone?’ Lauren narrowed her eyes and glanced across at her mum before turning her back and speaking quietly into her mobile.

  ‘Sorry. Night, love you.’ Pulling the door shut behind her, Molly went into the small galley kitchen and switched the kettle on. When had her sweet, caring baby girl transformed into a hormonal fourteen-year-old who thought, no, knew, that the entire world conspired against her?

  Molly had lost count of the number of times Lauren had argued with her over the past few days. She knew that Lauren was upset over the move. And she didn’t blame her, she really didn’t. She couldn’t imagine having to up sticks and move away from school, friends and clubs at that age, especially when hormones would be running rife. It was an age when feeling awkward and self-conscious was at an all-time high.

  Pouring the boiling water into her mug, Molly mixed the hot chocolate powder a little too vigorously and watched the hot brown liquid dribble into a puddle on the work surface. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she wiped up the mess and held her mug in her hands, breathing in the hot steam. Switching off the kitchen light, she made her way downstairs.

  STANDING IN THE DOORWAY from the flat to the shop, Molly surveyed the shop floor. The large counter lined the back wall and the shelving units she’d sourced from various charity shops and closing down sales were stacked in front of the large window opposite. The stock would be arriving tomorrow afternoon and she still had so much to do.

  The shop looked as though it had been empty for at least a year, if not a few, so everywhere needed a good clean and she needed to arrange the shelves and units before the delivery.

  On top of that, the flat above looked as though a tornado had torn through it and she wanted to get that looking and feeling more like home before the kids started their new schools after the half term holiday.

  Bringing her mug to her lips, Molly took a sip of hot chocolate, hoping the sweetness would give her the comfort she craved.

  ‘Mum?’

  Jerking her head around, Molly braced herself for a torrent of abuse as Lauren walked through the doorway.

  ‘I’m sorry.’ Stepping towards her, Molly could see she was carrying two mugs. Lauren held one out to her. ‘I’ve made you a hot chocolate although I can see you’ve already got one.’

  ‘Oh thank you, sweetheart. I’ve finished this one anyway, so that’s great.’ Gulping the last of the hot chocolate she’d made, Molly placed the empty cup on the counter and took the fresh one. She couldn’t remember the last time Lauren had made her a drink or done anything remotely nice for her, in fact. Definitely not since Molly had announced their move. ‘Thank you.’

  ‘I’m sorry I had a go.’ Joining Molly behind the counter, Lauren stared into the mug in her hands.

  ‘That’s okay. I know this is difficult for you.’ Placing her hand on Lauren’s forearm, Molly smiled.

  ‘That was Olivia on the phone. All she could talk about was how she’s going to the Roller Disco with everyone else tomorrow and that, apparently, Hayley might invite them all for a sleepover on Sunday night for her birthday.’

  ‘You can still go. I can drop you off at the Roller Disco tomorrow, if you like? And you can definitely go to Hayley’s birthday sleepover.’

  ‘It seems silly driving all that way for a Roller Disco. You won’t be able to do that every week or every time they meet up to go to the café after school, will you?’

  ‘Maybe not after school, because by the time we get there, it’ll be time to come back but, yes, I can drive you back at the weekends. You can still meet up with your friends.’

  ‘I guess. But it won’t be the same. They’ll all be talking about things that had happened at school and I won’t be able to join in, I won’t know what they’re talking about. Anyway, we’re going to Dad’s tomorrow so I won’t be able to go to Hayley’s sleepover.’

  ‘You will. If you want to go, we can always swap weekends. Daddy will understand. He wants you to be able to do things with your friends too, remember.’

  ‘I know, but we’re going to Jessica’s parents’ house for their anniversary party so I can’t really say I don’t want to go and that I want to go to Hayley’s instead.’

  ‘Yes, you can.’

  Biting her bottom lip, Lauren looked at her mum and then back into her mug. ‘No, it’s fine. I’ll go to Dad’s.’

  ‘Okay, but just say if you want to change your mind. Daddy can always drop you off early.’

  ‘Umm. There’s not really any point, though, is there? I’m not really going to stay friends with them, anyway.’

  ‘Why not?’

  Lauren rolled her eyes and looked around her. ‘Because of this. We’ve moved. We’re going to be living two-and-a-half hours away from them, I will be going to a different stupid school and my old friends will just forget about me.’

  ‘No, they won’t. Loads of people stay friends with people when they move schools. You can still meet up with them.’

  ‘Yeah right.’ Putting her mug down on the counter, Lauren pulled the sleeves of her pyjama top down over her hands and used the spotty pink and white fabric to wipe her eyes.

  ‘Oh, sweetheart, it will be okay. Everything will be fine, you’ll see.’ Placing her mug next to Lauren’s, Molly wrapped her arms around her daughter. Resting her head against Lauren’s, she waited as the sobs wracking through her body turned to hiccups.

  ‘It won’t be. I didn’t even want to come to this stupid village. I wanted to stay in our home. I was happy, I had my friends, my acting club, my school. I’ve lost it all. It’s all gone and now you expect me to rebuild my life here. I’m never going to have friends like I did back then. I’d known Olivia since we were toddlers. It’s never going to be the same.’

  ‘It will. It will take time, but you’ll make friends here. You’ll make good friends and your new school will be just fine. You said you liked it when we went and looked around. You said it had good after-school activities too. And we’ll find another acting club here. We can have a look on the internet tonight, if you like? Try to find one you can start next week?’

  ‘No, there’s no point. I don’t want to go to another acting club, it won’t be the same. I had my friends who went to the one back home.’

  ‘I know. But you will make friends here.’

  ‘I shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have made me move. I’m almost an adult now, I have rights. I have a right to be happy, and you took it away from me. I don’t want to go to another stupid school. I want to go back to Meadow View High. I want to go back to my friends. I want to go back home.’

  ‘I know you do, but it’s just not possible, sweetheart. I’m sorry.’ Rubbing Lauren’s back, Molly blinked back the tears stinging her eyes.

  ‘We didn’t have to move. We could have stayed where we were. Things didn’t have to change.’

  Taking a deep breath, Molly momentarily closed her eyes. ‘We did, you know we did.’

  ‘Yes, because you and Dad got a stupid divorce. But he moved out seven years ago, and we’ve been perfectly happy living there since then.’

  ‘It’s a bit more complicated than that.’

  ‘Why? Why is it more complicated? It doesn’t make sense. He moved out, we stayed there, and now we have to move. It’s ridiculous.’ Pushing her mum away, Lauren stepped back and stared at Molly.

  ‘Well, I...’ Looking at Lauren stood in front of her, her eyes red-rimmed through crying, her pale face highlighting dull shadows under her eyes, Molly could see exactly what this move was doing to her daughter. She couldn’t very well tell her that, yes, Molly and her dad had been split up for just over seven years now, but because he hadn’t wanted his own children to be able to stay in the house they had grown up in until they were eighteen, they’d had to go back and forth through solicitors who had finally ruled that Trevor was entitled to thirty-five percent of everything so the house had had to be sold.

  ‘Yes, I know, you had to sell up to give Dad his share. He told us that, but you co
uld have brought a house there. There were loads for sale before you decided we had to come to this stupid place.’

  ‘Oh, I didn’t know he’d told you that.’ If he had admitted to Lauren it was his fault they’d had to sell up, why was she still bearing the brunt of Lauren’s anger? How come he’d seemingly got away scot-free?

  ‘Yes, he did. I was moaning at him about you when you told us we were moving and he told me.’

  ‘Right.’

  ‘I mean, I get it. Why shouldn’t he have some of the money from the house? He’s still got to live, but why did you have to make us move out of Tipston?’

  Molly scoffed, trying to hide the mixture of anger and amusement behind a cough. That sounded like his excuse, his reasoning word for word why he had wanted the house sold. So she knew he’d wanted them, his own children, out of their home and yet Lauren was still blaming her? Molly shook her head. ‘You know the house prices in Tipston and all around there are super high. The only place we’d have been able to afford was a two-bedroom flat. You wouldn’t have wanted to share a bedroom with Ellis, would you?’

  ‘If it meant I could stay with my friends, I wouldn’t have cared.’ Crossing her arms, Lauren pursed her lips.

  ‘Yes you would. You can’t even spend a car journey together without teasing each other, there’s no way you’d have tolerated sharing a bedroom with him!’

  ‘I would. It would have been better than having to leave everyone back home and start again here.’

  ‘Lauren, I... I’m sorry.’ What else could she have done? The house prices in and around Tipston meant that in order to afford somewhere they’d have had to have moved about thirty minutes away anyway and then more than likely Ellis wouldn’t have got into the same secondary school as Lauren. That, plus the fact that Lauren would have had to have taken the bus to school and back every day and Ellis would have spent longer in childcare each day to give time for Molly to travel to and from work had meant that they’d have been struggling for money.