The following day the couple explored the facilities available at the hotel, not visiting the outside world at all. They slept, ate, had a massage, sauna, swim in the indoor heated pool and watched movies. For dinner they dressed up and went to the restaurant, where they were spoilt by the staff. Molly thought she could get used to this level of living…and then remembered The Muse and quietly laughed at herself. It was nice for a change. She had resisted even looking outside the window wanting to enjoy what was happening for them in this world within a world. But there was more going on in this old building than she was wanted to pay attention to. All of these delights were a good distraction.
The next morning Emily met them in the foyer downstairs at 10am. It was time for them to move on and begin their next project for Tom and Delilah. A day of rest had made a huge difference in their energy, although Molly noticed a persistent, dull headache since the dream the other night. She had hoped to visit Grace in The Attic but that would now have to wait until they were settled in their new accommodation. They would not be meeting with The Fortescue’s until the next day, giving them a day to settle in.
Traffic was heavy and the drive took much longer than anticipated. Finally they broke free of the city and built-up suburban areas gave way to patches of countryside, creating large greenbelts between towns. The motorway wound through lush green fields, stone fences and the occasion river. Emily turned off the main road and along a country lane which turned into a narrow stone and brick walled street lined with mature oak and elm trees. She took them directly through a pair of elaborate gates and down the long driveway to Missenden Abbey Conference Centre. The location was private and yet walking distance to everything in the village, including the Roald Dhal Museum and Story Centre.
Not far past the entrance gates to The Abbey, was Whitefield Lane, at the end of which “Going In Style” was situated, about half way between Great Missenden and Prestwood. Surrounded by farmland, the more modern funeral services continued on in the fourth generation of a family business on the same property. Together with its original buildings were the stately home, the barn converted more recently into a crematorium, stables and carriage house. For burials at the local cemetery they offered the service of horse drawn carriages, with the ornate Victorian glass panelled hearse and another carriage for the immediate family members, both finished in black lacquer with highly polished brass fittings. They put on quite a show.
Once unpacked, Molly and Will decided to go for a walk into town and take a look around. The buildings were old and very quaint. They found a cafe for lunch enjoying coffee and panini’s. Molly had noticed the sign for a homoeopath hanging outside one of the tiny shops and thought to herself, ‘could be needing you if this headache doesn’t shift,’ and took a photo of the sign to record the phone number – Mr Andrew McGaffney – Dip Hom. Herbal Medicine & Iridology, London College of Homoepathy. Tel: 494 925300.
Later, they returned to their room at The Abbey. Molly was eager to meditate and Will wanted to sort out what he would need for the next few days. After a shower, she settled into the comfortable armchair, and wrapped the soft grey throw across her shoulders. Looking around the room, she felt comfortable in this new level of accommodation they were experiencing. Luxury was something easy to get used to. Molly smiled at herself, ‘Well girl, top class eh!’
Slowing her breathing, she relaxed easily into meditation, which took a little longer than usual, taking awhile for her to visualise the stairs leading to The Attic. The dull headache had persisted and was slightly distracting. ‘Should’ve taken some painkillers,’ she thought, as she felt her own distractions. ‘Breathe, just Breathe Molly….’ Through a fine mist she was able to see the bottom of the stairs…. Then she felt herself relax. Grabbing the hand rail firmly and feeling the way with her feet up towards the door, inside The Attic she was met by Grace and Anna! Slightly unsteady on her feet, Anna caught her arm. “Hey Baby, you ok? What’s going on, we could feel you coming but it took awhile. Could you feel us holding the energy for you?”
“Yeah I could. I am ok, just have a bit of a headache. And what was that dream about Grace? You have some explaining to do,” Molly said as she sat down, slightly perplexed. Grace came to sit next to her and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
“Molly, going to London has triggered memories of past lives. It has opened another door into the World Between Worlds for you, similar to when you visit here. You will understand it more as you go along. Keep writing your journals.
“How are you Anna?” Molly asked. “We have been so busy, this is the first opportunity I have had to come and visit you. It feels so good to be here…..” Anna gave her a hug, “I am good, Honey, really good,” Anna replied. She had a real glow to her, her energy hummed and Molly noticed it. “Any news, anything I should know?” Molly looked at her enquiringly, hinting not so subtly. Anna did have some news, but she was not ready to share this with anyone just yet, not even Patrick knew….
“No, no…nothing much has been happening….Hey Molly, so what’s London like?” Anna distracted her, purposely diverting the conversation away from herself. Molly smiled and chatted on excitedly. With a hint of sadness, she knew that she needed to return to her body sitting in the armchair at The Abbey, where Will was making a cup of tea. Hugging her dear friends, she walked slowly back down the stairs and saw herself sitting in the chair. Closing her eyes and breathing slowly she felt the heaviness of being back in her body. With a gasp, she opened her eyes to see Will standing before her with a look of concern on his face. “You ok Babe?”
“Yeah, yeah, all good,” she replied, but he did not miss her rubbing the side of her head. “A painkiller maybe?” He offered.
“Yes please, sounds like a good idea,” she replied quietly. “Is there any ice in the fridge? That would be good…” her voice faded and she slumped back in the chair.
“Will, honey, can you pass me my phone?” And she rang the Homoeopath to make an appointment. He was able to see her on the day after next, late in the afternoon, which worked in perfectly after the meeting with Margarite and Simon at Going In Style.
Will ordered dinner for them to eat in their room that night, he was more than slightly concerned for Molly. The painkiller took effect and she was able to sleep. But vivid dreams plagued her through the night, one after the other….people and places unfamiliar to her.
In the morning Molly woke feeling somewhat better. Her usual enthusiasm for life had returned and Will felt more at ease. They were being picked up by Lucas, who was employed as the driver for the company. He drove both the cars and the horse and carriages. Waiting for them in the circular drive way was a 1940’s Rolls Royce. Molly could not believe her eyes! Lucas met them at Reception. After introducing himself, he led themto the car chatting casually about the beautiful day. Holding open the door for them both to sit in the back seat, Molly sunk into the luxurious leather seats. They were so soft, it felt like she was being hugged by the seat. Excitement rippled through her body as she held Will’s hand. Only a short drive to the property, she felt a slight disappointment at the brief encounter. It passed quickly as they drove onto the property and through the brick archway which took them into a cobbled courtyard connecting all of the buildings. As they got out of the car, the side door of the main building opened, Molly and Will were met by an immaculately dressed woman. Dark curly hair framed her face, her makeup was impeccable, the ruby red lipstick, Margarite’s ‘trademark’ as she called it, complimenting her fair complexion and dark hair. Her husband Simon stood beside her. An equally elegantly dressed man, somewhat older than her, wearing leather boots beneath designer jeans and a loose fitting white shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up to his elbows, his dark hair cut short with a long fringe swept casually to one side, hints of grey highlighted his short sideburns. They both smiled warmly at their visitors.
After very formal introductions, Margarite invited them inside. Walking across the stone doorstep through the heavy aged oak door and into the entrance foyer Molly saw a set of polished timber stairs which swept up to the second floor. She and Will were welcomed into the parlour. The large room was comfortably decorated with large leather lounges and matching chairs. The fireplace was the central feature of the room, ornately decorated with a carved limestone mantle and surrounds. Above this was a large gold gilded mirror, which created the impression of a painting as it reflected the beautiful courtyard and gardens as seen through the vast lead light bay window opposite. A traditional styled Chesterfield lounge suit upholstered in rich red-brown leather, covered with plush brightly coloured scatter cushions made it very inviting to sit on. Sally came in with a tray of afternoon tea. She was also their receptionist. All the staff chipped in any way they could, helping their customers to feel at ease, creating a family environment. This room was where they too were welcomed.
Now inside the house, conversation relaxed and flowed easily. “We are very excited about creating this book of memoirs with you,” Margarite began. “However, we will be unavailable for one whole day later in the week, we have a funeral service booked. You are welcome to come and participate, we can disguise you as some of our staff, if you don’t mind dressing up. That way you can feel for yourselves what it is like to work with us.”
“Sounds intriguing, we’d loved to,” Molly answered as she looked sideways at Will to check that this was ok with him too. “Absolutely, we’d love to help,” Will agreed. After tea, Molly began her interview with Margarite and Will went for a tour of the property with Simon, camera in hand.
Simon and Margarite had met several years ago, whilst Margarite was roaming the English countryside looking for direction in her life. Her husband had died suddenly in a light plane crash, flying between job locations. They had not had any children and Margarite had no reason to remain in France. Craving change she set out in her little vintage Citroen, on the pretence of looking for antiques. It was a hobby of hers, collecting interesting artefacts and unusual pieces of furniture. She had always had a knack for what she called ‘reading’ a piece, of being able to pick up information about each one, its date of creation, and a description of who had made it. It was whilst she was on her travels, having stopped for coffee in Great Missenden, that she saw the horse and carriage passing through the street. Taken by the intricate design of the hearse, she followed it, watching at a polite distance and then pursuing it back to the property after the funeral. She was not backward in coming forward, and boldly decided to knock at the door, fascinated by the architecture of the buildings. Simon had answered the door, dressed in top hat and tails, his uniform for such days. Instantly she felt a knowing, and he did too. Within a year they were married and now, she is a Spiritual Midwife, his wife and business partner.
The staff consisted of themselves, Lucas the driver, Sally the Receptionist, Marion the makeup artist who helped present the bodies for open casket viewing, and Brian who took care of building and garden maintenance.
Molly and Will returned the following day to continue with the interviews. After having a break for lunch, they went for a wander around the gardens. Being Summer time it was getting quite hot and they enjoyed the cooler temperatures beneath the shade of the mature oaks scattered through the garden. Molly heard a shrill neigh, she had forgotten that they had horses. Following the enticing equine sounds, she found four black Hackney horses waiting eagerly by the post and rail fence, as if they had summoned her. “Oh Will, they are stunning, look at them!” Molly exclaimed, and as if that was their cue, one horse took off across the field at a brisk trot, head arched, knees high, tail in the air, with the others playing follow-the-leader. Molly laughed at the performance they were putting on. Simon, hearing the commotion, came out of his office. “Oh they just love an audience,” he laughed, leaning against the railing fence between Molly and Will. “They are our babies, and they know it. Show ponies indeed, or should I say Show Off ponies!” In response, one bucked, kicking his hoofs high in the air and snorting, tossed his head playfully.
“How would you both feel about dressing up as our assistants? It will mean top hat and tails for both of you. Don’t worry Molly, it wont be too blokey, Margarite has a not-so-secret passion for steam punk design, and has plenty of outfits for you both to mix and match. It is a part of the theme we offer with the carriage service. We like to be as light-hearted about death as possible and yet also very grande, to lift the spirits of those attending the service is our intention. Margarite gives a talk about death, giving a different perspective and at the same time respectful of others religious beliefs. She has an amazing way of presenting a vision of life after death, with light humour and compassion.
Now if you will excuse me, I must get back to the preparations for Thursday service. What are you two up to this afternoon? Have you completed what you require today?” Simon asked.
“Yes we have,” replied Will. “We were thinking of walking back to the village and seeing if the Roald Dahl Museum is still open.”
“Oh yes, that is a brilliant idea, best hurry along then, and make the most of the day whilst it is open. Shall we see you again in the morning?” Simon enquired.
“Yes, we will back back at around 10am, I’ve completed Sally’s interview and will be meeting with Marion tomorrow morning, and Brian the day after the scheduled funeral,” Molly replied.
“Enjoy this beautiful afternoon, glorious weather eh!” Simon said as he walked back towards the house.
After having ‘Swashboggling Sandwiches’ and a Rainforest Coffee for lunch at Twit Cafe, and behaving like big kids, they played at the museum until they were asked to leave. In what felt a blink of an eye, it was 5pm, four hours had passed so quickly, and the staff were keen to go home. Their tickets enabled them to come back another day, depending on what may unfold over the next few days.
Being midsummer, the twilight evenings were long, they decided to walk on through the streets and continue exploring. There were an assortment of gift shops, the library, a bridal shop, fitness centre, a book shop, a health spa, all occupying the older buildings which kept the character of this small village. It had such a friendly feel to it. They continued walking out of town towards a pub that had been recommended for dinner, ‘The Black Horse Pub & Eating House’. It was still light after 10pm when they left the crowded pub and strolled back to The Abbey, enjoying the warm evening. Contented with their day, sleep came easily, and undisturbed by any dreams. Despite the relentless headache Molly was still experiencing.
After Marion’s interview the next morning, Molly had an appointment with the homeopath. The headaches had been helped with painkillers, but still persistent, it was something unfamiliar to her.
Andrew McGaffney was a man in his mid forties. Tall, of an athletic build, his curly, sandy coloured hair sat just above his shoulders. His soft, dark brown eyes framed with long black lashes reminded Molly of a deer. He wore well tailored, camel coloured trousers and an off-white shirt, tieless, top buttons undone, sleeves scrunched up to just below the elbow and an open vest of pale green Paisley fabric. His practice was in the middle of town in a quaint but tiny shop, in the front of which was a small waiting room, his office directly behind. Will thought it best for Molly to have this time on her own and headed back to the hotel to do some work.
Sitting in the waiting room Molly filled out the questionnaire whilst Andrew finished a phone call. The consult began with a good line up of further questions, which would help him prescribe the most effective remedy for her. He also did an iris diagnosis, which Molly had experienced before whilst in Australia. He sat back quietly in his chair contemplating his findings, then asked her a surprise question, “Mrs Ferguson, have you had a head injury, concussion of any sort, a fall of some sort that may have jolted your head?”
Molly thought about this for some time. Nothing came to mind. She completely forgot the horse riding incidence Anna had reminded her about. Blankly she stared back at him. “No Mr McGaffney, not that I can remember…”
“Hmm…interesting, there are markers in your iris that would indicate this. Although I do believe in the ancestry of the eye…it could be an inherited factor.”
The hair on the back of Molly’s neck prickled as a chill ran up her spine. Ancestry of the Eye – Images of Jordana and The Ancient Ones flickered through her mind. “Pay attention!” She heard Jordana whisper. “Tell me more about this Mr McGaffney,” Molly enquired. He was a little hesitant but considering that he had already mentioned it, he would need to explain the term. “Some say that the colour and markings in the eye continue on with the journey of our souls, that throughout different incarnations, the patterns in our eyes evolve with it, adding just a simple marking, a remnant of that life time.”
“I have heard of this before,” Molly replied, but not yet willing to share the source of her information.
“And I can see that you have clairvoyant abilities Mrs Ferguson.”
Well, that was it. The door was open and conversation continued on late into the afternoon. Mr McGaffney having no other appointments, locked the front door and made a pot of tea. There was much to share. It was well after 6pm when Molly left the premises with a bottle of Homeopathic drops in her hand.
That night she slept soundly, before being woken around 3am by the sound of rock and roll music. Puzzled she got out of bed after checking the time to look out the window. Down on the lawns outside was a party in the moonlight, a live band was playing Beetle songs and people were dressed in the style of 1970’s, long dresses, loose fitting cheesecloth pants or tight fitting flares with tie-dyed crops-tops, and there was lots of long hair. There was even the smell of marijuana in the air! Intrigued at the oddity of this party, considering where she was staying and the time of day that it was, Molly watched on. Then she heard playful giggling behind her and felt a pair of hands wrapping around her waist. She turned to see Anna! “Well, aren’t you excited? He is here, you know, that cute guy you have been asking after! Come on Baby, come and play!” As she went to walk through the door there appeared a young man, tall, with tanned skin and long, brown, curly hair, his eyes the same as Will’s! It sent a chill over her skin and took her breath away.
With a thud, Molly landed on the floor, she had fallen out of the bed. Woken suddenly and disorientated, she rubbed her head. ‘Ouch, now I have hit my head!’ She thought, managing to smile at herself.
“Molly? You ok? Going somewhere?” Will laughed at her, realising she was ok.
Molly took an extra dose of the remedy from the homoeopath thinking that would help her and went back to sleep easily, sleeping through the alarm, Will had to wake her. Today was the funeral they were to participate in. The remembering of this was enough to motivate her into the shower and get ready to go downstairs for breakfast. They were going to walk to Margarite and Simon’s as Lucas would be busy getting the horses prepared for the funeral procession.
It was such a beautiful day, there was a light, whimsical feel to it, not really the traditional feeling before attending a funeral. Molly and Will arrived with enough time for Sally to help them choose an outfit and be ready to meet with Margarite, who was going to take them through a few steps in preparation. Molly and Will were to greet the family and friends with a flower to pin on their clothing, similar to a small corsage, then show them to their allocated seats. In the tiny chapel on premises, there was a blank white wall used for projections. Often they worked with the family to create a short movie, memories of the life they were celebrating, as a part of the farewell ceremony prior to proceeding by carriage for the immediate family to the cemetery across town.
Dressed in a blouse, purple and black ribbed bodice top, long lace skirt and ankle boots, and a short top hat in her hand, Molly waited excitedly by the front door. Will by her side, dressed in pin-striped trousers which were cuffed at the bottom, a crisp white shirt with a stiff round edged collar, bright green braces, plain vest, and his matching pin-striped jacket and straw decker hat sat on the chair behind the door. The couple looked very handsome.
After the farewell service, they joined Margarite and Simon in the horse drawn sulky, which lead the small parade through town. As the procession reached the gates of the cemetery, they could hear all of the dogs in the town howling. Waiting for them by the burial plot was a small brass band, playing ragtime music as they approached. Following a few brief words, they lowered the casket into the ground, at the same time, the family each released a balloon into the air. The small cloud of helium filled balloons took off in the breeze, together with the music of the band playing “After you’ve gone” by Ruth Etting, followed by ‘Hello My Baby’, when Margarite and Simon began dancing. At first the family were resistant, but gradually, one by one, they started joining in, gradually tears were replaced with laughter.
Will took Molly’s hand and pulled her body into his, spinning them both gently in time to the rhythm of the music, to help lift the spirits of this slightly sombre crowd and before long, they were all dancing around the burial plot, laughing. They had never witnessed anything like it before. The attendants were to move on to the family home and celebrate the life of Claudia Rankin, all 104 years of it! Margarite and Molly tidied up around the burial plot, whilst Will helped Simon fill in the grave.
Arriving back at Margarite and Simon’s home, Molly and Will helped them clean up the left over food and wash the dishes. Sally and Marion had prepared a light lunch for them all. It was nice to sit down with this interesting group of people and discuss what they had just shared.
“Thank you,” Molly began, “ for a very unique experience. You guys are amazing! It really is a top class performance isn’t it!”
“We love to involve the family and close friends as much as possible. It helps them face their loss and grief in a lighthearted way. Just quietly, I love throwing in some disrespectful humour, it always snaps them out of the doldrums!” Margarite laughed. Her nature was soft, naughty, slightly outrageous, infectious, and people gravitated to her easily.
After lunch Molly went out for a walk in the gardens. Her head was hurting and she had left the homeopathic remedy on the bedside table back at The Abbey. Will came looking for her, slightly concerned. “Shall I go and get the remedy for you?” He offered. “No, thank you, I think we’ll just go back to The Abbey, I could do with a rest,” Molly suggested. After excusing themselves, Lucas offered to drive, but Molly preferred to walk, saying that the fresh air would be good.
Arriving back at The Abbey, Molly looked pale and Will was more than a little concerned now. She just wanted to lie down with a heat pack under her head and a cold pack on her forehead, take a dose of the remedy and have a little sleep. Falling into a deep sleep quickly, she felt herself falling and landing with a loud crack. Molly felt herself lying on damp grass. She looked up to see Anna looking down at her very worried and there was the sound of hoof beats retreating. “Molly, Molly! Are you ok?” She heard Anna saying whilst she drifted in and out of consciousness, only to wake to the sound of Will saying the same words, “Molly, are you ok? Babe, you were thrashing about. I thought it was best to wake you.” Sweating, her body feeling like it was on fire, Molly sat up. “Will, call Mr McGaffney, lets ask him what to do,” Molly requested.
Mr McGaffney told Molly to stop all treatment and to come and see him the following day. Sitting in his office first thing in the morning, Molly was feeling much better. He invited them both in, wanting Will to be present in this consult. “May I call you Molly?” He asked. Molly nodded in agreement. “Will, take a seat please. I have been doing a little research last night. The information I have discovered has been fascinating.” Handing her another dropper bottle, he continued, “This is the remedy I would like you to use next. What you have been experiencing is what we call an aggravation, and it maybe that you had one too many doses. I do apologise for not monitoring this more closely. Looking at the spiritual aspects of the remedy you were taking, I have discovered that it can free the mind to remember past lives. Does that make sense?” he asked. Molly shared with him the dreams she had been having, including the one of falling from the horse.
“Now, this remedy may not relieve the dreams, in fact it is quite likely to increase the clairvoyant tendencies however the uncomfortable physical symptoms should dissipate now. I suggest you take it easy today, no work, just rest and maybe do some journal writing, see what that may produce for you, and if you are willing to share that with me, I would be grateful.” He paused for a moment, contemplating an idea he had. “Would you be interested in being a case study? It would help a project I am working on. I am writing a paper on the existence of multiple dimensions of life which co-exist.”
Fascinated, Molly agreed enthusiastically. She was tempted to share her experiences with him about The Attic.
“Let’s meet again on Monday, before you leave the area, shall we? Keep a record of how you are feeling each day, and of any dreams you may experience.”
“Thank you Mr McGaffney,” said Molly.
“Please, call me Andrew,” he said, shaking Will’s hand. “See you Monday, and I do insist, rest today Molly,” he looked at her sternly. Will reassured him he would take care of her. Slipping his hand into Molly’s they walked down the street and headed straight back to The Abbey. Molly was feeling better, although a dull ache was still present in the left side of her head.
That night she slept well, undisturbed until 3am, when she woke from a dream stifling a scream. Will sat up in bed and wrapped his arms around her rocking her gently as she cried, sobbed, her body shaking. In the dream, Molly and Anna had been on a horse riding holiday. Feeling confident with her horse, Molly decided to attempt a small jump. She and the horse flowed easily over the small railing. Inspired to try something bigger she turned the horse towards another jump when a distraction in the bushes to the side of it startled him and he stopped before take off, promptly flipping Molly over the brush fence. She felt herself falling uncontrollably and then with a resounding crack as her head hit the ground, she woke with a start. The shock of the dream left her speechless, it felt so real! Even
her head was throbbing. As her heart rate slowed and she began to feel a little more at ease, Molly asked Will to get her a couple of painkillers and an ice pack. What seemed to be the worst headache also brought relief, her symptoms eased from that point.
The couple of days leading up to Monday passed quickly. Each day Molly was feeling better, her head only occasionally ached and her sleep had been undisturbed. Their work with ‘Going In Style’ was just about complete. Sunday night Molly was woken by another vivid dream. This time, she was in a hospital, presumably following on from her fall from the horse. She opened her eyes to see her mother and Anna sitting either side of the hospital bed. They were pleased to see her, but Molly felt panic rise as she sat up looking around the room for Will. “Where’s Will?” she asked.
“Molly, sit quietly now. Darlin’, you’ve had a wee bump on the head. Do you remember?” Her mother replied trying to settle Molly down. A nurse came into the room and took her hand. Again Molly said, “But where’s Will? I want to see Will?”
Puzzled, her mother asked, “Molly, who is Will? We don’t know a Will.” Molly looked at all three of them pleadingly and turned to the Nurse. Her name tag stood out. It read ‘Sr Grace Forrest’.
Molly woke with a jolt feeling like she had fallen from a great height, her heart racing and she called out, “Will!” He was not in the bed, and she felt panic grip her her stomach, fear rising in her throat, until he walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed with her. “Molly, it’s ok. I am here, just needed a pee,” he smiled reassuringly at her.
In Mr McGaffney’s office later that morning, Molly shared the past few days with him, in particular the dreams. She had to admit though that her head was clear this morning, for the first time since she had landed in England. Andrew sat back in his chair, fascinated by what Molly had shared with him.
“Andrew, there is something else I would like to share with you. It could take awhile, do you have the time this morning?” Molly asked.
“I have another appointment at 11am, but I am free after lunch, does that work for you?” Molly agreed. She and Will returned after lunch at the pub up the road. It was so good to be feeling good again. They spent the afternoon at Andrew’s with Molly sharing their story about finding the house and the subsequent experiences she had been having and of the road trip they had done in New Zealand. Andrew had asked if he could record their conversation and transcribe it, adding it to her history for the case study. He was more than fascinated, to say the least. It was almost 6pm when Molly and Will left his office. “Please keep in touch and I will send you a copy of the paper when it is completed,” Andrew said, shaking both of their hands. “I really appreciate your co-operation in this Molly and you too Will.”
“I’m so grateful that you have been able to shift my headaches, and I know the meaning of these dreams will all come together, especially when I visit The Attic next,” Molly smiled at him.
The next day Molly and Will shared lunch with the staff of ‘Going In Style”. They had all enjoyed the experience, something they would remember for many years, and at the end of the year, they would have a book to share as well. After another peaceful sleep, Molly and Will began the next step of their UK adventure – The Canal Boat.