#MidWeekTease Where new beginnings are almost about to happen

Last tease from New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett

(Next week I'll tease you with Lottie...Or Amanda...or... wink)

(Bryony is moving from the city to the countryside)

The last lap - a tiny track - was not really designed for overloaded geriatric sports cars that were fondly called Milly. Named after her godmother, who had said the vehicle was as creaky as she was, the car protested with every ill-used spring grating like a fingernail on a chalkboard. Poor thing, it sounded as aching as her back felt. Long journeys in clapped out cars, especially one towing a trainer—albeit a small one—weren’t pleasant, but it was all she had.

Hold on, I can buy a new one now. Not a sports car though. Stupid though it sounded, it would be like a slap in the face to Milly…or was that a thump on the bonnet? Either way, this lane, all half a mile of ruts and furrows, wasn’t suitable for much less than a four by four, or one of those things that had its chassis jacked up. She could just see herself in one of them. Red and orange flames painted on the sides and ‘Hi Bry’ scripted around them—not.

 Bryony giggled to herself at that weird and wonderful thought, changed down a gear, and went as slow as possible without stalling. A snail would beat her in a race.

If she hadn’t visited before and discovered the hard way—a flat tire on her hire car, which she changed herself with a lot of grunting and words her mother didn’t know she knew—what the track was like, Bryony would have decided she was lost. As it was, she remembered fine well it was downhill to the oak tree, turn left over the railway bridge and follow the ruts, twists and turns for about another quarter of a mile. Then she would veer off into her front garden—via an entrance blocked by three barrels and a chain—whilst the track carried on to a five-bar gate. After that, she had no idea where it went, if anywhere. A farmer’s barn or an illicit still—where spirits were made, and no duty paid—maybe?

Stop thinking Regency romance and smugglers. This is 2018 not 1818. 

When she was settled, she'd have to do a recce. In the middle of the night, with a fedora, trench coat and a false moustache?

If you fancy reading all of Bryony's story, you can buy it from Amazon.

UK here     

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And it's also in paperback Does a wee dance

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Have a great week,

love, Katy xx