Sunrise With The Silver Surfers

Maddie Please

Description

The new novel from the #1 bestselling author of The Old Ducks' Club!

'I've loved all of Maddie Please's books but this is my favourite so far - superb characters and a warm, wonderful story. Bravo!' **Judy Leigh

Newly single at sixty, Elin Anderson decides it’s finally time for an adventure of her own. With her marriage to tedious Tom now officially over, Elin plans to visit the family she hasn’t seen in years. First stop: Australia!

But going home is harder than Elin thought. Everywhere she turns Elin sees brightness and colour, which only makes her own life seem even more drab and beige. How has she let herself fade away?

Determined to have some fun, Elin reluctantly agrees to join The Silver Surfers – a group of seniors who travel the coast, only caring about their next big adventure. Because life’s too short to watch the ocean when you could be making waves…

There’s only one catch – her road trip companion, Kit Pascoe. Kit is a man who doesn’t know the meaning of the word fun and makes it clear to Elin that this adventure will be subject to his own strict rules.

But with every new day, Elin slowly begins to rediscover who she really is. And she’s certain that rules are meant to be broken…aren’t they?

Perfect for fans of Judy Leigh and Dee Macdonald

**What readers are saying about Maddie Please!

**'Sea, sunshine, romance and fabulous characters; Maddie's light touch and sense of fun will lift your spirits!' Bestselling author Judy Leigh

'Witty, warm and simply wonderful. Elin is such a relatable character and it was a joy to watch her confidence blossom.' Bestselling author Sarah Bennett

For a book that’s as cheering and restorative as a long lunch with your very best friend, Maddie Please is the author you need to know!' Bestselling author Chris Manby

'Genuine and life-affirming…a wonderful, light-hearted novel about how it is never too late to find happiness.’ Bestselling author Kitty Wilson

Sujets

• Mashups
• Later in life
• Feminist
• Humorous
• Women
• Coming of Age
• Historical romance
• Contemporary history
• General officer
• Woman
• Feminism
• The Women
• General
• Holiday
• Contemporary
• Family Life
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Boldwood Books
• Date de parution: 12 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781801621472
• Langue: English

Extrait

SUNRISE WITH THE SILVER SURFERS


MADDIE PLEASE
For Brian, who took me to Australia.

LYTN&A
CONTENTS



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31


Acknowledgments

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About the Author

About Boldwood Books
1

That morning I entered Heathrow, Terminal 5 with a thrill of excitement. I’d made it this far without anything going wrong; now all I needed was to get on the right plane. With all the security and checks, was it actually possible to get on the wrong plane? Knowing my luck, I probably could.
This time I could enjoy the bustle of people, the sound of the announcements, I could check the departures board as often as I liked without Tom at my elbow, tutting and sighing and telling me to keep a close eye on my case otherwise it would be taken away and blown up.
I know people complain about queues and delays but I love airports. They always make me feel optimistic. Go through those gates and anything could be possible. A week in the South of France. A fortnight in the Greek Islands. A road trip around New England. I particularly liked the sound of that; I’d always wanted to do one.
I hadn’t actually travelled very much since coming to England all those years ago. There were school holidays for us all to consider and the resulting and very unfair increase in the price of flights. And of course, worse than that, Tom never fancied the places I suggested we might visit.
We’d managed to take a few package holidays over the years; Tom thought it was important our son Dan should be able to brag to his classmates about visiting Disney or Paris or Venice. But we never explored the places I wanted to see: picturesque French villages with adorable boulangeries, or the soaring beauty of the Italian lakes, or the twinkling Christmas markets of Germany.
Having watched my ex-husband on our last budget flight together to Jersey to celebrate our thirtieth wedding anniversary, it confirmed my belief that the real reason was he was terrified of flying but wouldn’t admit it. Even when he almost pulled the arms off the seat when we took off. I swear he was doing little running movements with his feet although he denied that too.
This time it was going to be different. For one thing, I was traveling alone. Without Tom sweating or complaining about the size of the airline seats and couldn’t I budge over a bit. Without Dan wanting crayons (aged 8), snacks (aged 14) or more leg room (aged 18).
That morning I was of course far too early; that’s just me. I was even early thirty four years ago when Tom and I were married, and I had to sit in the car behind the village hall until my bridesmaid – my younger sister Rowan pretty in Liberty print – told me he had arrived. He’d insisted we were married in Gloucestershire because his mother was ‘too frail’ to travel to Australia. Sylvia always was ‘too frail’ to do anything that didn’t suit her.
In hindsight I should have done things very differently, but I had been in love with a handsome man who seemed mature, stable, and confident while I was none of those things. Thinking back, I didn’t seem to have much of a say in anything. He always claimed to have swept me off my feet. It was only later that I realised this isn’t always a good thing.
I wasn’t going to think about that, not today. I was single again, back out in the world, and this holiday was going to be different. Slightly scary but very exciting at the same time. I was going on a proper adventure.
After all those years, I was going back to Australia to see my family.



* * *
Joyce was an elderly lady who used to walk her dog in the park next to the house Tom owned, and after my divorce I’d moved to live just down the road from her. My new neighbour Lizzie and I had kept a special watch on her in her last months when she was house bound, doing her shopping, taking her meals, and helping her put her photos into some sort of order.
She had literally thousands, many of them still in the paper envelopes from Timothy Whites or Boots. Black and white pictures of her smiling in front of the pyramids or Machu Pichu or various statues of Buddha in Thailand. And later, colourful snaps of her in Hawaii, Hong Kong and New York. How wonderful to have seen so many places.
‘There’s a lot of world out there Elin,’ she’d said, ‘you must see it. And so should Dan. You’re a young, healthy, attractive woman in your prime. Make the most of it. Before it’s too late.’
Fat chance of that, when my husband hadn’t even bothered to renew his passport.
But then, exactly a year after the ink was dry on my divorce from Tom, Joyce died. And much to Tom’s frustration, she had left me a considerable amount of money that he couldn’t get his hands on. And she left the same for Lizzie so she could get her leaking roof fixed.
Along with my bequest was a letter of wishes from her with the strict instruction that I must use some of it for travel. So that’s what I was doing, standing on a bright June morning having got rid of my big suitcases, hanging on to my cabin bag, reading the notice about things I was not allowed to take on board with me (swords, stews, shaving foam or pepper spray) and plucking up the courage to go through security.



* * *
Evidently I passed the ‘looking dangerous and requiring a strip search’ test and was allowed through to departures without incident. Then I made my way, heart thumping, to the business class lounge because for the first time in my life I had upgraded my seat. Tom would never have allowed it, not in a million years. When he did travel, he preferred to go for the cheapest airline in the cheapest seats and then complain all the way there and back about the discomfort. I mean it wasn’t as though we couldn’t have afforded to upgrade to perhaps premium economy, but we never had.
On our ill-fated trip to Jersey, he had complained about having sciatica, a bad back, and possibly a deep vein thrombosis after an hour’s flight. And yes, it did rather ruin the mood for the rest of the week as we both anticipated the return trip.
It was absolutely miles to the business class lounge. Perhaps really rich people had the use of the electric carts or perhaps there were special secret entrances somewhere? I had a good look around to see who was coming with me and didn’t see anyone remotely famous.
At least the moving pavements were working, and I could stride briskly out, feeling a silly sense of triumph as I passed the people who had chosen to just walk. I resisted the impulse to walk backwards on it, or pretend to be swimming, something I’d seen on social media once. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so amusing if I fell over and got my clothes tangled up in the slats.
Heathrow airport declares incident as woman eaten by travelator.
I eventually found myself in a calm, quiet, armchair-strewn lounge with a wonderful view of the runway and the ground crew.
There is always one man in a high-viz jacket and ear defenders standing around next to the plane apparently not doing anything. I was delighted to see he was still there, still apparently doing nothing.
There were free meals. And drinks. Okay, it was only eleven thirty in the morning but would madam like some champagne? Yes, indeed madam jolly well would.
I collected a glass and went and sat in one of the squishy leather armchairs overlooking the runway. I looked around. Had anyone noticed I was travelling alone? Did they wonder about me in the same way I wondered about other people? Or had I just disappeared into the background as a lone, middle aged woman? Everyone else seemed to have someone to talk to, there were even a few children rushing about, seemingly used to this sort of thing. I wondered what Dan would think if he could see me. But then I began to enjoy myself. No one needed anything from me or couldn’t find their car keys or wanted to know where I was. Until I was half way down the glass of bubbly and my mobile pinged.
Tom. Of course it was Tom. The reality of our divorce didn’t seem to make any difference to him now he was dissatisfied with his new life and sleep deprived. Ashley had smugly announced her pregnancy with astonishing speed after their wedding. Considering it had taken me six years to get pregnant, I didn’t know Tom had it in him. Nor did he, I suspect. Starting again at the age of sixty with a new baby, a thirty-five year old wife and with a twenty-eight-year-old son to explain himself to can’t have been easy.


Where are you? I was hoping to catch up.
I ignored him; recently I’ve decided it’s the best way. Why my ex-husband still thought I wanted anything to do with him after the way he behaved is a mystery. It was like I was some sort of comfort blanket for him.
Another ping.


Elin, I need to speak to you.


Are you at home, I might pop in?
I sighed and replied. I think like most women my age, I’m a people-pleaser. It can be a real problem, but in a strange kind of way I wanted him to know that I was doing something. Something exciting.


I’m at Heathrow drinking champagne.


Very funny. So is five thirty ok? Maybe closer to six.


I won’t be in.


So when will you be in?


No idea.
I went to look at the food displays and was suddenly hungry. It was nearly three hours until the flight and I had been up since before dawn, so I might as well have a little something. Rude not to really when they’d gone to all that trouble.
I decided on a smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel, (low-fat – I do need to keep an eye on my cholesterol) and a chocolate brownie, was