The Troubles

"The Troubles " the story is set in Belfast and the North East in 1969.
Seamus Webster and his family flee the riots in Belfast and come to live on Barnstaple Road in North Shields - where he takes up work as a crane driver in Smith's Docks his wife Annie finds a job in the Co-op in Whitley Bay - Seamus is good at DIY and gets lots of work decorating or fitting out new kitchens for people. His father Michael is serving a very long sentence when he is implicated in a
bombing of an army base- his skills as a bomb maker have been passed down to his oldest son and Stephen Mcgill is on the look -out for him as a bombing campaign has begun on mainland Britain. Newcastle has been chosen as the target - can Seamus avoid getting mixed up in this. Read what happens in this tense thriller.

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After the shock of seeing the news about the Webster family on television; Janice cried for several days. She couldn’t eat, and she couldn’t sleep either. She threw herself into her studies and that was the only thing that kept her going. Gillian Porterfield went to a rehab hospital in York to dry out. She seemed to be doing well and was allowed home two months later. She started going to AA meetings; and eventually got involved in helping others recover from alcohol related problems.

In March 1971 a post card dropped on the mat and Janice picked it up. There was a picture of Sydney Harbour in Australia on the front and on the back it read:

 

 

Hi Jan, I hope this card finds you well; sorry I have not been able to get in touch with you sooner.

I am fine, and the weather here is lovely, I cannot wait to see you again. I have my place booked at University which starts in four months time. Hurry up and get here I want to take you surfing.

Love and best wishes.

 

Barry McCredie X

 

 

 

Janice Porterfield read the card over and over the tears began to flow down her cheeks

As she read the address and phone number that Liam had sent her. She went up stairs to her room and began to pack her suitcase. Then she rang the airport and asked the flight times to Sydney Australia.

Janice didn’t want to wait a second longer than necessary. She told her mother that her friends were leaving that afternoon and she had to be at the airport at one ‘O’clock.

When the taxi arrived, her mother and her shed a few more tears then she got into the taxi and it pulled away. Handing in her passport at the airport she went to the terminal building and sat in the departure lounge drinking a cup of coffee.

Then she jumped up as the flight was called and showed her boarding pass as she left to get on the Qantas Jumbo jet. She placed her hand luggage in the compartment above her. Then sat down in her seat and buckled up.

Twenty minutes later and the plane took off and her heart was fit to burst. She couldn’t wait to see Liam/ Barry again. She giggled to herself having to call him Barry after ringing the number from the airport to tell him she was on her way.

 

On the 17th of March 1971 Janice Porterfield set foot on Australian soil.

She got her suitcases then went outside to the glorious sunshine. She put on her sun glasses then was about to call a taxi when a car pulled up and Liam jumped out and called her name. Jan turned and saw him. His hair was longer and blond he looked fit as the sun had tanned his body it seemed to show every muscle of his arms and legs. He was wearing just shorts, a vest and some flip flops. She stood looking at him for what seemed like an eternity.

Then she ran into his arms and they kissed over and over; he held her in his arms and didn’t want to let go.

“Get a room you two’ someone shouted and they both broke away and laughed.

“Come on get in I’ll take you home said Barry as he put her cases into the boot.

She slid into the car beside him. “How long have you been driving Barry, she laughed again at his new name.’

Three months now; we have got to get you lessons even Brenda is driving now.’

 

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