Something New at the Borrow a Bookshop by Kiley Dunbar EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Kiley Dunbar
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: Friendship Fiction
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Publish Date: March 23, 2023
A summer-warmed breeze blew Down-along, making the sails on the little
girl’s paper windmill spin fast upon their pin.
‘Careful, Rads!’ her mum warned. ‘Nobody said anything about it being
this steep.’
Accustomed to her mum worrying that she was inches away from a tragic
accident at any given moment, Radia made an exaggerated show of shuffling
extra carefully down the cobbled slope, dragging a tattered toy fox at her feet.
Happy tourists tramped past them, gripping onto gate posts and garden
railings for dear life and exclaiming to one another that it was set to be
another scorcher today. Some trundled cases, heading for the Siren’s Tail and
a few nights’ dinner, bed and breakfast by the Atlantic. Others carried
crabbing nets and buckets, looking forward to dropping bait over the sea wall
all afternoon.
‘Can we get an ice cream, Mum? Please!’ the child asked in an urgent
tone, having spotted the bright flag of Mrs Crocombe’s Ice Cream Cottage
lifting gently against the blue sky.
There was a decent queue outside. That meant the ice cream must be good.
But her mother was looking at the GPS on her phone and turning this way
and that.
‘Let me concentrate, it must be here somewhere,’ she replied, pushing up
black-rimmed specs that had slipped in the heat.
‘There’s only up or down,’ the girl reminded her. ‘I’m looking for it with
my actual eyes,’ she said, pointedly, glancing at her mum’s phone, which
hadn’t helped them one bit all the way here.
Joyce Foley (Joy for short) had joked with her daughter in the back of the
taxi that the Google Maps photography robot must have driven right into the
sea somewhere south of Minehead because this little bit of Devon didn’t
seem to be charted on her device. Overhearing, the driver had raised an
eyebrow in the rear-view mirror and muttered something about ‘London
grockels’, which only the little girl thought was funny. She’d told him, ‘We
aren’t really from London. We aren’t from anywhere at all.’ Joy had stayed
very quiet at that.
‘Is this it?’ asked Radia, plainly, pointing to a turning off the slope,
between two dazzlingly white, freshly painted cottages.
‘Hah! I suppose it must be.’
The sounds of drilling and hammering resounded within the buildings on
either side as they passed between them. Evidently the work of restoring
Clove Lore continued even eight months after the infamous flood.
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