The Pepperstock Hills
National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in
the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom
Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the
East.
It is an area of stark
contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.
The
quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily
Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the
industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and
nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very
popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot
with courting couples whereas the
northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk.
To the south and east
was an extensive tract of magnificent mixed forestry and was rivalled only by
the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.
Renowned Downshire
Poet, James Willard and his older brother John were
staying at the White Hart pub in the village of Springwater for a few days, it
was his brother’s idea, a short break in the Pepperstock Hills, a change of
pace and some R&R, but it was John who needed it most as he was a TV News
Reader and needed to go somewhere where he might be able to take a walk without
being pestered by people want to take a selfie.
James
wasn’t particularly sympathetic and paraphrased Oscar Wilde and said “The only thing worse than being asked to take a selfie
is not being asked to take a selfie”
They were
both from the quaint
country village of Applesford, with adjoining Cottages which backed on to a
quiet stretch of the Downshire Navigation, part of the canal network which ran
between Nettlefield in the north, down through Millmoor and the Oakhams to
Northchapel, Abbeyvale and then to its most southerly point, Abbottsford, where
it again headed north, this time to Childean, Purplemere and Finchbottom where
it joined the River Finch.
James
did sugest that a barge trip would have been eqally relaxing but thankfully he
didn’t listen, and that was something that would later on prove to be a very
significance decision in their lives, because on their first night at the White
Hart they met sisters Eugenia and Maria
Marquez, who it turned out were also from Applesford, and the irony of that
first meeting was that they asked John if they could have a selfie.
The four
of them hit it off right from the start and decided as they were all there to
enjoy the wonderful scenery they might just as well do it together.
So after breakfast the
next day they set off and got their first proper look of the delights of the
village and its environs and then they climbed up into the foot hills, and
everything was proceeding nicely until the weather closed in and they were
forced back down to the safety of the White Hart where they remained for the
rest of the day and the day after.
Perhaps because they were all around the thirty mark the four of them got
on well and as a result they had enjoyed their confinement at the White Hart
but James in particular enjoyed the time he spent with Maria, the problem was
that he struggled to verbalise his thoughts, he would have thought that a Poet
at least would have been able to find the words he needed to woo a woman, but
apparently not.
But the next day the
weather was set fare and was forecast to remain so for the rest of the day, so
the walk began on the same path they had taken up into the foothills but
instead of having to turn back they turned west and followed the path as it
climbed high above the valley.
After about an hour
following the twisting craggy path they reached a high wooded hill top and
followed the path into the wood and welcomed the shelter from the breeze
beneath the pine canopy and when they emerged on the other side they were
rewarded with the view of the next valley, below.
“Wow” Eugenia said
“That’s impressive” John
added
“Distance lends enchantment to the view” Maria said poetically
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that” James said, which surprised her, but when she
turned towards him to argue the point she found he had eyes only for her.
“Oh” she exclaimed
John and Eugenia said
nothing, they just looked at each other and nodded before he took hold of her
arm and steered her away quietly back into the woods and when they looked back
their younger siblings were kissing.
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