(Part 01)
Tallulah St George was among other things the property manager for the Mornington Estate, a role that was only going to get busier with the reacquisition of the Old RAF Base, Mornington Field.
Her elder brother Gabriel was the Lord of the Manor but she and her three sisters Elspeth, Cordelia and Corliss all played a part in the Estates running along with Philomena Cruickshank better known as Aunty Phil.
Philomena and her dog biscuit returned from their early morning walk at 7 am to find Tallulah was in the Mornington Manor kitchen boiling eggs and burning toast, cooking not being her forte and even boiled egg and soldiers was a little ambitious for her rudimentary skills.
“Hi Auntie Phil” she said brightly “Did you have a good walk?”
“Yes we did” she replied “It’s such a beautiful morning”
Having quickly assessed the situation in the kitchen and Aunty Phil said
“I’ll do that Honey, you go and get yourself ready, we’re leaving in an hour”
Tallulah and Aunty Phil were very close, perhaps because she was the eldest daughter or maybe because they were cut from the same cloth.
Shortly after the death of her father, Valentine, and Gabriel had taken over the running of the estate, her mother Persephone was taken seriously ill.
It was a bitter blow for the family and hit everyone very hard, it felt to them like they had been knocked to floor by their father’s death and were then being kicked while he was on the ground.
So Persephone’s younger sister Philomena moved into the Manor to help nurse her and organize the family at the same time.
In the turbulent two year period of Persie’s decline Aunty Phil became invaluable to the St George family, she was the glue that held the fracturing family together, with her stoical strength and practicality and she needed every ounce of her not inconsiderable strength of character to achieve it because even she couldn’t prevent the inevitable.
And during that time a strong bond was formed between Philomena and the St George Children but the strongest bond of all was that between Aunty Phil and Tally.
They were off to Highfinch for a week, Tally to play Golf and Philomena to spend a restful week away from wedding planning.
They were going to stay with Cousin Michael who had a rather grand house that backed onto the Golf Course.
Tally had played the Lily Green Hollows course many times and it was her favourite, more often than not when she got to play Golf it was at Forest Ridge, which was a great course but it was still a poor second to Lily Green.
Philomena was to marry the Vicar of St Winifred’s Peter Cockcroft the following year but the Church calendar was so crowded they had to plan early.
Philomena had become friends with Peter and his wife Carole almost the moment she arrived in Mornington.
Sadly while Carole was attending to the flowers in the church, she suffered a sudden agonizing headache, so sudden and intense it felt like she had been struck violently on the head, which was in reality the result of a ruptured brain aneurysm.
Carole’s death was so sudden and unexpected that it took a little while for those close to her to come to terms with it and in the end it was the Mornington Summer Fête which brought Peter and Phil together.
But Tallulah took the credit for sealing the deal, when pride and guilt threatened to keep them apart.
(Part 02)
Tallulah took the credit for sealing the deal between Aunty Phil and the Reverend Cockcroft, when pride and guilt threatened to keep them apart.
It was a damp drizzly morning as July was coming to a close and Philomena and Biscuit had been out for their usual walk but neither of them were disappointed when the walk was over.
When they arrived at the boot room door she opened it and the dog beat her through it and then she toweled Biscuit dry before kicking off her boots and hanging up her coat.
And afterwards she went in search of the kettle, when she reached the kitchen Tallulah was sitting at the table pouring a cup of tea from a large tea pot.
“Is there another one in there Tally?” she asked
“Yes Aunty, get yourself a mug”
After Tallulah had done the honour’s Philomena took a tentative sip.
“Oooh that’s nice” she said
“Did you enjoy your walk Aunty Phil?”
“No not much it’s a bit miserable out there today” she replied
“Have you been out walking with the Vicar lately?” Tallulah asked
“No, why?” she asked sufficiently.
“It’s just that I thought you two had become inseparable” Tally remarked
“That was only because of the Fête”
“Oh that’s a shame” Tally said
“Why?”
“Well you’ve had a bit of a spring in your step for the past few weeks” she replied
“And you didn’t let a bit of rain dampen your enthusiasm, you’d have been out there for hours on a day like this”
“Oh I don’t know about that” Aunty Phil protested
“And you looked good together” Tally added
“Now you’re just being silly”
“And I’ll tell you something else Aunty, I think Carole would have been pleased”
“Would she?” Philomena asked with surprise
“Yes she was very fond of you Aunty”
Philomena was thoughtful for a few moments as she finished her tea, then she stood up and walked around and kissed the top of Tallulah’s head
“You have wisdom beyond your year’s honey”
“It’s a gift” she replied
“Come on then dog, it’s time to get wet again” Aunty Phil said
Those words of encouragement did the trick and spurred Philomena on to grasp the nettle and as a result at the age of 46 she was engaged to be married and why the bond between her and Tallulah was even stronger.
Tallulah, Philomena and Biscuit set off from Mornington just after 8 o’clock, 24 hours later than planned.
The day before there had been a hastily convened meeting of the St George clan to discuss the rumoured redevelopment of the Seaview Hotel in Sharpington which the Mornington Estate had an interest in saving.
The meeting ended with a unanimous decision.
It was a lovely morning as they left Mornington and headed out into the country towards Highfinch and Tally was hopeful to be on the course by ten o’clock.
The countryside of the Vale was beautiful enough but as they got closer to the Pepperstock Hills it got even more so.
The village of Highfinch sat just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separated the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green.
It was a very exclusive Golf Club with a large number of grand House’s in both village and hamlet backing on to it.
It was not widely known but the Golf Club and all the plush dwelling attached to the course belonged to the Mornington Estate.
It came into their ownership in the late 1980’s when a developer tried to buy it to create a luxury housing estate, Gabriel’s father Valentine, who was the then Baron, stepped in and saved it.
Because it was so exclusive the membership fees were exorbitant but they had to be because the Golf Club and all the properties that surrounded it had to pay their own way.
Gabriel hated the fact that the club was strictly for the rich but it was a necessary evil to preserve it and protect it from the developers.
(Part 03)
Michael St George lived in a grand Georgian House on the Highfinch side of the course and his rather impressive dwelling backed onto the 3rd green.
Michael was standing on the drive as they pulled up, he was tall and blonde and quite striking like all the St George men but striking good looks were not restricted to the male side of the clan, Tally St George was as strikingly attractive as her Cousin was and Aunt Philomena was merely an older version of her.
“Hi you two” Michael said already in his Golf togs and in the ensuing melee cheeks were kissed and embraces were exchanged.
“Did you get us a tee off time?” Tally asked encouraged by his appearance.
“Of course” he replied “you’ve got half an hour”
“Great” she replied as Michael helped them take their bags inside.
From his conservatory it was possible to look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland that separated his garden from the Golf course, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged, one into the other.
“I’ve got a local guy to make up a four ball” Michael said as they walked from his back garden through the trees.
“What a neighbour?” Philomena asked
“Yes and no” he replied enigmatically
“Well either he is or he isn’t” Tally pointed out
“He’s my neighbour at the moment but he’s soon to be yours” he explained
“That’s still no clearer” she said
“He has a cottage in Lily Green” but he’s going to be living in Mornington in the New Year”
“What’s his name?” Tally asked
“George Vineyard” he replied
“Ah the clock man” Tally said although to call him a clock man was akin to calling Rolls Royce mechanic a grease monkey.
He was a restorer of antique timepieces, a craftsman, one of a dying breed.
His home was in the hamlet of Lily Green, which would remain so for weekends, but Monday to Friday he would live with his sister in law Rebecca and her family who had moved into one of the old Military Houses in Mornington when he moved his business, Time and Time Again, up to Mornington Field.
Although she recognized the name, Tallulah hadn’t met him, Victoria Johnson Higham had dealt with him.
Victoria was from Lyndon-Sanders Properties, who were tasked with finding tenants for the commercial properties as well as some of the accommodation and she worked closely with Tally who was the property manager for the Estate, which would formally take over the administration from January 1st.
So she was quite interested to see what he looked like, she imagined that a clock maker or restorer would look much like Pinocchio’s father Geppetto and would have questioned his ability to lift a club let alone swing it, and they would spend the whole round waiting for him to catch them up, which kind of took the edge off her appetite for the game.
They skirted the 3rd green and crossed the 2nd fairway and followed the well-worn path that led towards the clubhouse and standing by the 1st tee was their fourth and to Tally’s amazement he looked nothing like Geppetto.
He was a couple of years older than Tally, 6ft 4, straight backed, square jawed with brown hair and a dimpled chin, and suddenly her appetite returned, in fact she thought he looked rather scrumptious.
(Part 04)
“Sorry to keep you waiting George” Michael said
“You’re right on time” he replied
“This is Aunty Philomena” he said “and Cousin Tallulah”
“Pleased to meet you both” George said and shook their hands.
“And you” Philomena retorted “And I answer to Phil”
“And I’m Tally”
It was a very pleasant morning, warmer than it had been the previous few days, with the mainly blue expanse of sky broken only by the occasional passing cloud.
The wind that had been affecting everyone’s scorecards over the previous week had finally died away so everyone was expecting a pleasant round.
And with the introductions over there was a five minute discourse as to the order of play etcetera.
They decided on match play pairs, four-ball format, with the lowest score from each pair counting.
As to teams it was to be the St George’s against the Phil and George.
On the front nine Philomena and George were on fire and after seven holes they were up by five.
Tallulah had a bit of a disaster on the par 5, 8th despite hitting a crisp drive off the elevated tee which, in the immortal words of the Bing Crosby song absolutely flew “straight down the middle”, and it landed just short of the dog leg, kicked to the right and rolled perfectly round the turn.
“Great shot Tal” Michael shouted
So far so good and after such a shot she felt ten feet tall as she strode down the fairway.
When she reached her ball it was about 50 yards ahead of George who had the next longest drive and she found the ball sitting up invitingly.
Michael played his shot first and put it just short of the green just a chip and a putt away, then Michael and Philomena played their shots and were also well placed.
So with an unhindered path to the green Tally had a real eagle chance.
However slightly ahead of her and to the right was a rather large Rabbit enjoying the summer sunshine blissfully unaware of what was to come.
She selected her club and addressed the ball
“Just hit it straight” she told herself
Tallulah swung the club towards the ball in a perfect ark but she must have lifted her head because there was an ugly contact and the ball sliced away in the direction of the Rabbit.
Now had the Rabbit just stayed still he would have lived but alas the sound of the sliced contact startled the Rabbit and caused it to leap vertically in the air straight into the path of the ball and it died instantly.
She had no excuse, she couldn’t even have claimed that the Rabbit put her off, but if the ball had followed its path she would have been deep in the woods and possibly even out of bounds, so it appeared that the Rabbit sacrificed himself to save her par.
Luckily for her Michael chipped and putted to make birdie while the others only managed par.
Despite being 4 down at the turn with the combination of Michael’s extra yardage on the long holes and Tallulah putting out of her skin they were all square after the 14th.
Philomena then chipped in from the bunker to win the 15th
Tallulah sank a 40ft putt to take 16, the 17th was halved and it was all to play for on the final hole.
Which was another half when they putted out and the honours were even and then they walked to the 19th for some lunch.
(Part 05)
After having spent the morning playing a foursome they were all quite peckish.
After making their order the sat down and chatted
“I understand we are to become neighbours in the near future” Tally said
“Indeed” George replied “the whole family are on the move”
“I’m sure you’ll be very happy in the village” Philomena “It’s been very good for me”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine but it’s a big step” George added
“The Vineyards have been in Purplemere almost as long as the St Georges have been at Mornington Manor”
“And the business?” Michael asked
“We’ve been in the same premises for over one hundred years so it will be a wrench that’s for sure” George replied
“But it’s the right thing to do”
“It’s sad though” Tally added
“The problem when you work with antiques for a living you are constantly looking backwards” he replied “But now we have to look forward”
“I’m thinking of moving to Mornington Field myself” Michael said
“We’ll you’re going to have to hurry up and decide” Tallulah said with her business head on “time is short”
“Alright nag bag” Michael said and laughed
Before Tallulah had a chance to respond the food arrived.
“George says that you’re keeping your cottage on in Lily Green” Tallulah asked “Does that mean you’re not fully committed to Mornington?”
“Leave the poor man alone” Philomena said “Stop behaving like a landlord, you’re on holiday”
“It’s ok” George replied “I don’t mind, I’m committed to living in and working in Mornington, Monday to Friday, but for the weekends I will come back here”
“Mornington is very nice at weekends as well you know” Tallulah retorted
“She’s like a dog with a bone” George remarked
“Look Monday to Friday I will be living with my sister in law Rebecca and her family in Military Row, but I will returned here at the weekend for two reasons, firstly to give Rebecca family time without a lodger under her feet and secondly in order to indulge my passion for Golf, and the one thing Mornington doesn’t have is a Golf course, and I know that Forest Ridge isn’t far away and it’s ok but it’s not Lily Green Hollows”
“Here, here” Michael said
“Well I have to say I can find no fault with your argument” Tallulah said and they all laughed
“So how long are you here?” George asked over coffee, his question was directed at both Philomena and Tally but he was only really interested in the latter.
“About a week” she replied
“Well I’m on holiday” he said “so if you need a partner I’m around”
“I’m always looking for a partner” Tally replied “if you have the stamina”
“You managed to make yourself sound both desperate and wanton in the one sentence” Philomena said and laughed which made Tallulah blush.
“Thanks Aunty” Tallulah said and laughed herself and asked
“So how long is your holiday?”
“A couple of weeks” he said “it’s the last one I’m likely to get until after the move to Mornington, there’s a lot to do at the old premises”
“Then we should definitely get to play around” she said
Philomena gave a knowing smile and the other two grinned.
“What have I said now?” Tallulah asked
(Part 06)
Tallulah played golf every day, sometimes twice a day.
But Philomena and Michael couldn’t play with her all the time.
Aunty Phil had other things she wanted to do and people she wanted to catch up with and Michael had to go off to Antique Fairs and auctions.
She knew quite a few of the members at the club so getting a game wasn’t an issue but she found herself attracted to George Vineyard despite the fact he was a bit lippy so she took him up on his offer several times during the course of the week and also had lunch with him a couple of times.
They played their third round together on Friday morning as a two ball and considering the clement weather the course was very quiet.
So they tee-ed off at 10.30 with no one waiting behind them and the twosome in front of them were probably two holes ahead.
George thought Tallulah was looking as lovely as the weather, wearing a large peaked white cap with her blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with yellow trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white Golf shoes and a yellow glove and it was as she retrieved her ball from the cup on the first green that he noticed that even her knickers were white with yellow piping.
George was attracted to Tallulah from the first moment he laid eyes on her but he was reluctant to act on his attraction she was after all a Lady, not that she ever used the title but she was a Lady nonetheless.
She was also graceful, cultured, refined, you name it she ticked the box, but he had none of that.
He wasn’t a poor man and he also had an expensive education but socially they were worlds apart, he only knew about two things Golf and Clocks.
Having said all that she had never made him feel like he didn’t belong in her company.
Tallulah had studied George’s physical form while they played and had not found it wanting, she also liked the sense of family that he clearly possessed.
But one of the key things about him that she was attracted to was one of his physical attributes, his height.
Tallulah was a tall girl, which didn’t detract from her elegance or grace but when she was with men she was more often than not taller than they were and it made her feel self-conscious but because of his stature George made her feel feminine, and that was important to her.
Tallulah was undoubtedly a very attractive woman but there was more to her than that, although he was distracted by her finer points, like the way her hips moved when she struck the ball, and the way her breasts kept moving after the ball had gone, the way she wiggled as she walked down the fairway and the way her buttocks clenched when she was preparing to putt, but despite all of the obvious he could sense there was more to her than merely the aesthetic.
Well despite the fact they were both preoccupied with the physical attributed of their opponent they both managed to card a pretty fair score.
Tallulah was having a better round and by the time they reached the 17th tee Tally was 2 shots ahead of George.
Which didn’t bother him on any level, he wasn’t a macho man who couldn’t bear to lose to a woman and quite frankly he had never been a competitor.
It never mattered to him who won as long as it was enjoyable and playing with Tallulah had been fun.
Tallulah was possessed of a similar mindset, being raised with the mantra of “it’s only a game”.
To some of course it was more than that and winning was all that mattered.
George always avoided playing with people like that if he could help it and there were plenty of that ilk.
Tally he was pleased to note was not one of them.
(Part 07)
The 17th was a blind hole, and although it was a par three it was a very tricky hole.
You had to hit off an elevated tee over some 90 yards of nasty rough culminating in a hundred foot drop down a sandstone cliff to the green below which had bunkers on three sides.
As they followed the path from the 16th green it passed close to the cliff edge and afforded them a clear view of the 17th green below.
If the green was in use players would make their way to the tee and wait for the bell to ring before they played on.
As Tally and George looked down from the path the green was empty so they knew they were safe to play.
George went first as he had won the previous hole and he hit a very decent shot right down the middle.
Then Tally hit hers and although she cleared the rough she uncharacteristically sliced it off to the right.
"Oh shit,” she exclaimed also uncharacteristically
"Never mind Tal" He said, “you might be safe there”
They collected their trolleys and followed the long winding path down to the green.
When they got down there George’s ball was on the edge of the green “You’re well place at least” she said
“I might even make par” he agreed
Tally’s ball though was nowhere to be seen, so they left their trolleys at the front of the green and went in search of her errant drive, Tally in front with a short iron in hand in case she had to hack the ball out.
Once passed the apron they entered the woods, after the long walk down from the tee it was nice to get out of the sun for a minute and enjoy the cool dappled shade.
After an initial clearing the woods got very thick very quickly.
There was an old fallen tree halting their progress with gaps beneath it clearly visible.
"It must have rolled under here" she said as she stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the tangle of branches
the result of which was an unrestricted view of her pristine white pants.
She was thrashing about at the undergrowth the other side of the tree with her club in an effort to find her ball.
As much as he was enjoying the view of her bent over the fallen tree he decided to be a gentleman and offered to find her ball for her.
“Do you want me to have a look?” he asked “I’ve got a longer reach”
“It must be in here” she said having one more thrash before conceding defeat and allowing George to take her place and then it was her turn to ogle.
“Here it is?” he said and gave it a whack and it dribbled out from under the trunk.
Tally however was still preoccupied with his rear aspect to notice.
“Have you got it?” he asked as he pushed himself up off the log.
“Erm no” she said and looked around quickly and as she crouched down to retrieve it George did the same and they found themselves face to face and in that moment they almost kissed, both of them wanted to, but both of them bottled out.
“I’ll have to take a drop” she said
“Yes” he agreed and they both left the clearing.
George managed to get par and Tallulah double bogied but on the par 5, 18th Tallulah was so cross with herself for losing her nerve that her game completely deserted her and she dropped six shots.
George channeled all his anger into his game and ended the round with another par.
(Part 08)
When they got to the clubhouse they found Michael and his Cousin William on the terrace having a drink, they were sitting quietly reflecting on the day’s events, and they invited Tallulah and George to join them.
“So you two, have you had a good round?” Michael asked picking up their scorecards.
“Bless me Tally what happened on the 18th you really went to pieces”
“Yes my mind was obviously elsewhere” she replied
“That’s a shame because you were creaming him up till 17”
“It was in the woods” George said quietly
“What was that?” asked Michael
“Nothing” She said and then excused herself
“And what about you?” Michael said perusing George’s card
“You got a par on 17?” he said in astonishment
“Yes” he said as he watched Tally walk away,
“It was almost perfect”
After the near miss in the woods on Friday the best thing to have done for both of them would have been to get back on the horse, however they were unable to get back in the saddle as the weather turned and violent storms hit the Vale.
Torrential rain began to fall on Friday and made the course unplayable they did however almost run into each other at the crowded clubhouse at lunchtime.
As George crossed the lobby he caught sight of Tallulah sitting alone at one of the tables so he strode purposely in her direction and then as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and George gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away which he thought very odd behavior.
On Sunday, although the course was playable again, there was a big family get-together at Cousin William’s house.
Instead of enjoying a splendid Sunday roast with the family
Tallulah spent much of day fretting over her ridiculous behaviour of the day before when she inexplicably ran away from George.
As if failing to seize the moment in the woods when his lips were only inches away from hers wasn’t bad enough she then ran away and hid in the toilets to avoid him when that was the last thing she wanted to do.
George meanwhile spent the day in his cottage also regretting his missed opportunity and puzzling as to why Tallulah avoided him so blatantly.
He resolved to put her out of his mind but had determined not to let another opportunity slip by, and he pledged to himself that the next time he saw her he would seize the moment.
And then he began looking forward to the game he had arranged for Monday morning with Michael.
As she walked over to the clubhouse with Michael for what would be her last round before she returned to Mornington, she was quite nonchalant, blasé even, about her missed opportunity, she was determined not to let it ruin her last game, after all that wasn’t what she’d come to Highfinch for anyway, romance was very much not on her itinerary.
But the moment she reached the 1st tee and saw George standing with Cousin William all her nonchalance evaporated.
Neither George nor Tallulah was aware that the other one would be there so they were both pleasantly surprised but also a little bit embarrassed.
(Part 09)
“Oh Hello” Tally exclaimed “I didn’t know you were playing this morning”
“Erm nnno… nor did I” he stammered “I mean I wasn’t expecting to see you either”
If there had been any doubts in their minds that they had been set up by Michael and William they were dispelled when Michael announced the pairs and Tallulah was partnering George.
Although there was some embarrassment evidenced by Tallulah’s red face and Georges stammering they were actually rather pleased.
Tallulah’s only concern involved being able to concentrate on the game and George just hoped he could live up to his pledge to seize the moment.
Tallulah had had fancies over the years, an attractive women doesn’t reach her late twenties without showing or receiving interest but George was different when she looked at him she felt something deeper than mere attraction or lust and that morning was no exception.
Georges interest also ran deeper if not he might have cast a casual eye over the lovely Tallulah and then got on with the Golf.
But George wasn’t just attracted to Tallulah because she was a very attractive woman, nor was it because she was articulate, intelligent, exceedingly good company and a very competent golfer, she was the “one” he knew that without a doubt.
It was a very pleasant morning, warmer than it had been the previous couple of days, but as those few days were actually very cool indeed that wasn’t really saying much.
There was a distinct autumnal feel in the air, but the skies were predominantly blue, for the time being, with only broken cloud but the forecast had mentioned the possibility of thunder later in the day.
The wind had a slight chill to it but was fairly light and so wasn’t expected to affect anyone’s scorecards too much and they were both expecting another pleasant round.
“I’ll just get our scorecards” Michael said and then he was gone, “I’ll come with you” William said a moment later hurried after him.
“I enjoyed our game on Friday Tally” George said when they were alone although he wanted to say “I wish I’d kissed you”
“Me too” she agreed but asked inside her head “Why didn’t you kiss me?”
“You played very well” he said awkwardly
“So did you” she remarked equally so
Fortunately they were spared any more agony when the other two returned.
Considering the morning’s bright weather the course was very quiet.
They were teeing off at 8.30 with no one waiting behind them and a couple of twosomes were at least a three or four of holes ahead.
It was possible that the majority of “fair weather golfers” had been put off by the mention of thunder.
George mused that Tallulah herself was looking as lovely as the weather,
“When did she not” he thought to himself.
In deference to the Autumnal feel she wasn’t wearing her trade mark large peaked cap, but had gone for a grey flat cap with her blonde hair hidden from view but for a few strands visible sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was as ever all matching and perfectly co-ordinated.
Due to the coolness the short flared skirt and ankle socks had been replaced by a more autumnal outfit, a white cotton shirt, beneath a pale blue argyle cardigan, a knee length pleated skirt in the same grey fabric as her cap and long argyle socks, her ensemble was then finished off with black brogue Golf shoes and a pale blue glove.
“Damn she looks good” George thought to himself.
(Part 10)
Tallulah was the last one to tee off, the other three had all taken decent shots and were safely on the short grass.
She took a couple of practice swings and then addressed the ball before hitting a crisp clean drive which sailed straight down the middle of the fairway.
George didn’t follow the flight of the ball he was watching her and appreciating the finer points of her swing.
Not the swing of the club but the swing of her hips as she struck the ball.
George hung back and followed the other as they set off in search of their respective balls he did so because he like the way she wiggled as she walked down the fairway.
As they played their way around the course George found, mainly due to the distraction that was the beautiful Tallulah St George, he had managed to card a barely average score.
Tallulah on the other hand was having a great round spurred on by her mission because she had decided, as she watched him drive off on the first tee, what she was going to do.
She had decided that at the end of the round she would ask him out to dinner that night.
It was her last chance as she was going home to Mornington the next day.
She was playing so well because she was in a hurry to get to the end.
Every time she caught site of the scrumptious 6ft 4, straight backed, square jawed, and dimple chinned clock mender her legs went wobbly, especially when he smiled at her.
So after every smile she hit a 250 plus yard drive and by the time they reached the 15th tee Tally was 9 shots ahead of him which was when the weather began to turn.
The early sun and blue skies were quickly swallowed up by a blanket of grey cloud, that cloud then progressively darkened and was then distinctly inky, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard.
“I’m not liking the look of that sky” Michael said
“Nor me” agreed William
“Ok then” George said “Using the maxim that discretion is the better part of valour, I think we should concede the round to Tally”
“I couldn’t agree more” Michael said and William concurred
So with the three men having agreed to concede unreservedly they decided to call it a day.
But they were still in the middle of nowhere and a long way from the sanctuary of the clubhouse.
Fortunately the 14th green lay between the 15th and 18th Tees so George made another suggestion.
“We might as well play 18, it’s the shortest route back to the 19th”
They all agreed and decided to play the 18th back to the clubhouse.
This was a relief to Tallulah because she wasn’t sure how many more long drives she had left in her and it was a relief to everyone else as it meant they should easily make it back to the clubhouse before the storm broke.
The 18th was a par five dogleg, slightly downhill to the turn and then flat all the way to the green, easily reachable with two decent long iron shots.
With a firm straight drive from the tee it was possible to make the turn and give yourself an unhindered second stroke.
Tallulah went first as she had won the previous hole and she hit a very decent shot right down the middle of the fairway that kicked on nicely and scampered off down the hill, which was pretty well perfect.
Then George, Michael and William hit theirs respectively and although they didn’t out drive Tally they ended up only about 30 yards behind her and also perfectly positioned.
(Part 11)
After all hitting decent drives from the tee George played his second shot first as he was furthest from the pin and caught it perfectly and sent it sailing off and landing plum in the middle of the fairway.
“Great shot George” William shouted
William and Michael both hit wayward shots and ended up in the trees to the left of the short grass.
Tally however caught her second shot rather well and landed only feet away from George’s ball but it kicked up on impact and ended up in the light rough just on the edge of some very thick woodland.
"That was bad luck” said George “I think you’re safe there though”
They collected their trolleys and headed off up the fairway just as the first drops of rain began to fall.
“We should just finish the hole in time” she said optimistically
“I’m not so sure” George replied doubtfully
When they reached their respective balls, George’s was sitting up quite nicely so he quickly selected a 5 iron and spanked it crisply to the edge of the green.
He put his club away and prepared to watch Tallulah play her ball, well what he was really watching was the wiggle of her buttocks the swirl of her pleats and that was when the heavens opened.
George took a few steps backwards beneath the dense foliage canopy.
“Come on Tal” he shouted “make a dash for it”
She grabbed her trolley with one hand and with her club in the other she ran towards him.
“Come on” he urged “you can keep dry under here”
And George withdrew deeper into the trees as she bowled under the leafy cover.
“God that’s savage” she said
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
The rain began to fall even harder so they walked a few more yards into the wood and sheltered beneath an old oak tree.
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was so when he could see her underwear through the wet fabric.
Tallulah noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Sorry” he said and laughed
“Honestly!” She snapped “is that all you men think about?”
But she was laughing as she said it and she slapped him playfully.
He wanted to say that it wouldn’t happen again but that would have been a lie.
He had after all been unable to keep his eyes off her all morning and had no desire to stop.
The two of them stood beneath the oak both desperate to speak but equally unable to think of something to say and just at the moment they were beginning to feel awkward thunder clapped loudly overhead and made Tallulah jump, so as she looked to the sky George took his opportunity and kissed her, a long languid kiss that they had both craved.
After a minute or two she broke away from his embrace and smiled before slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him in return.
They continued to kiss beneath the oak tree as the storm raged overhead for several minutes and when they stopped Tallulah rested her forehead resting against his and asked.
“What made you kiss me today and not on Friday?”
“That’s easy” he said “It was the Argyle Socks”
They stayed another half an hour in the wood until Tallulah said quite business like,
“We had better make a move, the storm has passed”
“I was enjoying the kissing” he said
“They’ll be plenty of time for kissing” she replied
“Is that a promise?” he asked but she didn’t answer, she just walked out to where her ball was laying and hit it with some venom and it landed two feet from the pin.
After they had both holed out on 18, Tallulah with a birdie and George with a par, they walked towards the clubhouse where Michael and William had been ensconce for half an hour and then shared something of an awkward moment until George broke the silence.
“Do you want to have lunch?”
“I’d rather have dinner” she replied
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