THE
Sun
Sharer
The First of the Sun Sharer Trilogy
J A C K G E O R G E
E D M U N S O N
First published in Great Britain in 2010 by
The Sun Sharer Publications
First edition
Copyright © 2010 Jack George Edmunson
Names, characters and related indicia are copyright and trademark
Copyright © 2010 Jack George Edmunson
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ISBN: 978-0-9564709-0-4
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There’s a beautiful place in Catalonia called Yapanc.
It has beautiful people bathed in a beautiful light
reflected from the beautiful sea and is tranquilo – quiet,
fresh and alive.
The local Health Service actually works, the good schools are
free to all and there’s very little traffic so it is easy to park in the
centre of the sleepy neighbouring town called Palafrio. When you
shop, you go to Palafrio’s markets for your locally caught fresh fish
and other produce. Simple, loose and unpackaged food that you
carry around in your hand-woven basket feeling relaxed, having
spent time talking to your friends and eating breakfast together
sitting outside one of the little cafes in the pretty square.
Then you go home refreshed and happy, feeling at one with
a simple life built around real genuine people who share that
simplicity.
When the sun goes down you can stand on the hill above
Yapanc by El Far – The Lighthouse and watch the sun set behind
the hills to the west of Palafrio that is spread far below you, feeling
at one with the real world.
In my ‘home’ of Yapanc I have ‘Real Life’ where less is truly
more.
* * *
iiiThe Sun Sharer
There’s a place I originally thought was beautiful in Cheshire
called Tettenhill.
My friends were the beautiful people but are now forgotten
acquaintances, which in fact they always were.
It constantly seemed to be grey and rainy but as I was always
working away from ‘home’, I can’t be totally sure, so maybe it was
just dismal in my heart and mind.
You would wait days for a doctor’s appointment and then see a
locum; pay twelve thousand pounds a year for your child to be in
the right school for the right ‘friends’ and always queue in traffic
on the A51 at any time of the day. These queues stretched right
into the Sainsbury’s car park, even when we went in early or late
to miss the stampede for processed and over-packaged food, taken
away in a host of plastic bags.
It was a frustrating place. Overheating with people who were
preoccupied with possessions like cars and TVs. There were
always things to do and so it developed into a meaningless drive
to nothingness for many individuals and not just me.
So this was not ‘Real Life’ and therefore many people were
not truly happy.
There is also a hill above Tettenhill as in Yapanc. This is
reached via a stunningly beautiful footpath through a valley called
Dingle Dell where the trees form a natural tunnel as they lean into
the sun. If you walked up this trail you reached a window on the
west where you could turn and contemplate the same sunset as in
Catalonia but behind the distant Welsh Hills. You could feel at one
with the world and be a Sun sharer with a loved one in Yapanc –
but of course it’s England and there’s no time to take spiritually
uplifting strolls like that.
* * *
ivForeword
The places in this story don’t matter but the people do.
Because people make life, not places, not possessions, not things.
There is no way you can avoid the highs and lows of life but
you will see that ‘Real Life’ needs those lows to make the highs
that much higher.
It’s all about what you say and do and not what you think or
propose to do.
Doing changes mundane and meaningless to a reality that is
exciting and important.
You have to remember that it is down to you only and therefore
you cannot blame anyone else for the life that you lead.
Someone said to me at work.
“Jack, why are you going to live in Yapanc?”
This was a question said with an incredulous voice and
reinforced by a quizzical look, as if Yapanc was at the end of
the world.
“Because, I can,” and I left it at that.
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To the real Joseph, this book is dedicated to you. You
can now understand that I meant what I said and I
did exactly what I told you I would do. I had to leave
Mummy and I had to go and write my trilogy in Spain.
I’m so sorry that you temporarily lost your Daddy at nine
years old.
I vividly remember sitting on an aeroplane rushing back from
Hong Kong to see your Mum in hospital and I was terribly worried
about you surviving if born eight weeks too early. Whilst looking
out of the scratched plastic window and staring intently at the
failing sun, I talked directly to you.
I told you about life and I wished it for you and I told you how
you must fight.
So it is no surprise that you have proved yourself over the
last two years. How you have showed me that you are spiritually
strong and that you are aware of the deeper more important
things in life.
Now you will realise that we can go on together far better than
before with the past fading to nothing as we have forty-six more
years ahead of us.
I will always be there for you and so will Nim because I know
he is inside of you waiting to be played out to a greater audience.
Love from Dad, seven times as always. x x x x x x x.
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