C licking her seat belt in place, Mum turned around and beamed at me.
‘It’ll be one big adventure,’ she said.
‘The sun’s always shining down there.’
I stared glumly out the window of the packed car, crammed tight with all our possessions.
I wasn’t convinced.
It was September 2002 and my childhood had always been a little chaotic.
We’d already moved away from our home in the Wirral up to Scotland before returning a few years later.
And now, just days before I started secondary school, Mum had decided we were going to Bournemouth with her partner.
She boxed up our belongings and had me in the car before I even knew
