The village of Kettlewell sits in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that form the northwest border of the Finchbottom Vale and it is half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church, and Kettlewell is 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch, which was where Theresa Gammon was driving to on a hot sunny afternoon.
She
lived in Kettlewell, on the far side of the village right on the edge of the
countryside, in a large detached former farmhouse and had lived there her who
life and could never imagine living anywhere else.
Theresa
had come close to losing the house after her husband left and had to work hard
to keep a roof over her daughter's heads after the divorce.
She
had had to make sacrifices over the years and one of those was romantic
attachments which was why she hadn’t found a significant other in her life.
However, her daughters, Lily, and Rosie, were now both
engaged to fine young men, so time was running out to find love again before
the grandchildren came along.
When she arrived at the Tennis club she parked up, and
when she got out, she was wearing white Tennis shoes, white ankle socks with
yellow trim and a pale-yellow tennis dress, mid-thigh length, to show off her
lovely long tanned legs.
On her head she wore a peaked cap, and her hair was
tied in a ponytail, Theresa had the same colouring as her daughter Lily, pale
ginger hair, fair delicate skin, and stunning blue eyes, her hair was going a
little salt and peppery, which she could have dyed,
but she rather
liked it.
She smiled when she saw her Tennis partner walking
towards her, because her children had been talking about wanting to find
someone for her, but they didn’t know that she already had her sights set on
the new Church Warden, who was her partner that afternoon, but hoped that was
just the beginning.
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