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The Rainbow Years

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by Bradshaw, Rita


  Life was not always a bowl of cherries but it was family life, rich and varied and full of ups and downs.

  The precious miniature of Bess had pride of place in the middle of the big wooden mantelpiece in the sitting room of the cottage, but it was to a little arbour in what was once the meadow - which had long since been landscaped into a garden-cum-adventure playground - that Amy was most often drawn. She always went there when she needed to find a sense of peace and direction for some problem or other.

  The arbour had been built on the spot where she and Nick had embraced that first summer’s evening so long ago when she had come back to him, and there was a small plaque mounted on the back of the wooden seat inside it.

  It read:

  In memory of my beautiful son.

  Until the day I hold you in my arms, I hold you in my heart.

  Your loving Mam

  The Rainbow Years

  RITA BRADSHAW

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