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The First of the Sun Sharer Trilogy



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

Jack George Edmunson has asserted his moral rights

to be identified as the author

A CIP Catalogue of this book is available from

the British Library

ISBN: 978-0-9564709-0-4

This novel is entirely a work of fiction.

The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of

the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic,

mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written

permission of the publisher. Nor be circulated in any form of binding

or cover other than that in which it is published and a similar condition

including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

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Printed in Great Britain by the

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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


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


* * *


The 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.

* * *



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.



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.