LorryBorne
Before the scrolls, before the bead guardians, before the mango rituals and the café angels-there was Point Sinway. A place where four kids, spaced just 18 months apart, turned hunger into adventure and blackberry stains into badges of honour.
We didn't have much, but we had wild plum trees, a closed-down train station, and a mum who could flick a copper boiler into magic. We climbed trees that made her heart stop, flicked chairs when the ache boiled over, and came home sticky, loud, and sovereign.
This book is not just a story. It's a ledger. A crown. A jam-stained tribute to the mischief that raised us, the ache that shaped us, and the laughter that saved us.
Welcome to Point Sinway. The plum scouts are waiting.