A Light Between Oceans Episode 01
Sandy stood in the bright kitchen, steadying her nerves as she took in the sights and sounds that always soothed her.
She breathed in the aroma of fresh coffee, heard the clink of milk bottles on the doorstep and the soft hum of traffic.
On the wall hung a framed collage of photos of her at different ages, mostly with Dad.
In the last ones, when Sandy had turned sixteen, he’d already begun to look thin with the illness that had taken his life soon after, but his smile had been as wide as ever.
Sandy missed him every day.
There were a few pictures of her with school friends, and one of a young version of Dad, standing beside the beautiful woman she’d never known – her mother.
With eight-month-old Sandy in her arms, they stood in the sunshine beneath the lighthouse.
There were several with Hattie, who had stepped in when Sandy’s mother had died, looking after Sandy whenever Dad needed her.
Sandy loved the photo of the two of them in Hattie’s kitchen at the back of the guesthouse she ran.
They were covered in flour, with Hattie’s round face shining out with all the love and pride of a mother, though she’d never been one.
Come on, Sandy told herself, shaking off the last disturbing vestiges of the night.
Yes, she’d had the nightmare again, but she wasn’t a terrified child any longer.
It was 1970; she was now thirty-one and the successful proprietor of Pegasus Fabrics.
She didn’t live in the lighthouse cottage in Belmouth, surrounded by the incessant sound of the waves and her fear of the sea, but here, in her little flat off the Fulham Road.
It had been a busy week, and Sandy needed to get to the shop early again this morning.