Monday, 19 May 2025

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (016) – Deliberations

 

June

 

James Tims, having plucked up the courage, at his Godsons Christening, to ask Emma Daley out on a date and bolstered by her positive response he very foolishly neglected to cement the arrangement there and then and furthermore left the Christening party without securing, either a firm date for the erm…. date or any contact details for her, but it wasn’t until he got home that the full extent of his stupidity dawned on him.

In his defense of course he was so taken aback by Emma’s positive reply, and such was his elation that she had agreed to go out with him, he not only didn’t arrange anything, but he had also left without any means of contacting her.

He had just reached the point where he was well and truly feeling sorry himself when the phone rang.

“Hello” he answered forlornly

“Oh dear” his sister Lucy said unsympathetically “cheer up”

“Don’t joke” he said “I’ve done something really stupid”

“I know” she replied “you’re a plank”

“Oh don’t” he responded feebly

“Fortunately, your wonderful sister has come to the rescue” Lucy said

“And I gave your number to Emma so she can call you”

“You’re the best sis” he said

“I know” she said immodestly “now don’t cock it up”

 

James had been so diverted by his foolishness that he hadn’t even given any due consideration to where he would take her.

Given that prior to that morning she had been a complete stranger to him, he therefore had no idea what to suggest.

All he knew about her was that she was a pretty brunette, who was a very successful hairdresser with her own premises, and she drove a white Nissan Qashqai

His normal first date experience, limited though that might have been, consisted of either a drink, a meal, the cinema or bowling.

Well, a drink didn’t sound substantial enough for his liking and as he was somewhat nervous, he imagined he would probably drink too much and make a complete dog’s breakfast of it, so he ruled that out.

A meal on the other hand was fraught with dangers of its own, food preferences, allergies and intolerances, and he didn’t know if she was vegan, so that was a mine field, and it was a given to rule out any food that required the wearing of a bib.

The cinema he had always found to be a difficult area date wise, sitting in the dark with a girl you didn’t know and spending most of the film weighing up the options of when it would be appropriate to move in for a cuddle or a kiss.

Not that that would be of concern to Emma, after all they were both well past the age of back row groping, but it was knowing her taste in film that was the issue, so he ruled out the cinema as well.

He also crossed off tenpin bowling but for no other reason than he wasn’t very good at it.

 

After a couple of fruitless hours of deliberation with himself, he still had no idea where to suggest that he and Emma should go on their first date and then the phone rang.

James took a deep breath and reluctantly picked up the receiver.

“Hello” he said timidly

“James?” a voice asked

“Speaking” he replied

“It’s Emma”

“Hi” he said weakly

“We didn’t make a firm date” Emma said hesitantly “At the Christening”

“No I...” he faltered

“Did you still… erm still want to?” she asked

“Of course,” he said firmly, almost shouting

“Good” Emma said with a giggle

“I thought you might have changed your mind”

“No not at all” he stated “But...”

“But?” she said falteringly “There is a but?”

“I don’t know where to suggest” he said

“Is that all?” she asked and laughed

She had had a similar struggle to the one he was having to find a suitable venue/activity but had, however, reached a totally different conclusion which he found out when she announced she had the perfect date in mind.

“A Treetop Trail”

“Brilliant idea” he exclaimed “Why didn’t I think of that?”

 

On the other side of the Village at roughly the same time a conversation was taking place between Catherine Scott and Philip Raynes in the back garden of her cottage.

Catherine was what’s called in modern parlance, a nail technician, but she preferred to be referred to as a manicurist and a pedicurist and was fully qualified in both disciplines.

Philip was a Tree surgeon who had been taking down a diseased beech tree from her back garden and there was a mutual attraction and as he packed away his tools for at the end of the job, he asked her out, and she said yes.

“When and where?” she asked

“Next weekend, how about a Treetop Trail”

“What’s that?” she asked genuinely oblivious

“It’s a trail through the treetops with Tarzan swings, rope bridges and Zip Wires” he said excitedly “There is a new one just opened near Quarry Hill I’ve heard its great fun, and I’ve fancied giving it a go”

Well, she had no great expectations when he asked her out and Catherine thought he would soon tire of her, because she was one of life’s spectators while he was center stage living life.

But she was wrong about that, Philip knew that they were cut from different cloth, but he didn’t care that they were so different.

Catherine had always been content to look on from the sidelines whereas Philip was in there participating with all his might, he was a “joiner in” while she was an applauder of other people’s efforts.

But no more, and despite the fact that the thought of walking through the Treetops 30 feet above the ground scared her to death she said.

“That sounds great”

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