Wednesday, 17 September 2025

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (094) – Natural Hobbies

 July

 

Throughout Downshire and the Finchbottom Vale there is an abundance of quaint and picturesque villages and hamlets, but Pepperstock Green is particularly picturesque, with evidence of the thousand years since it was first settled everywhere.

Notably its 12th century Church, two Tudor Inn’s, a Victorian Schoolhouse and Cottages representing every era, spread almost haphazardly, amidst the craggy woodland, around the green that gives the village its name and at the center of the large rambling village, both geographically and spiritually, is St Agatha’s Church where Tara Eggleton, amongst other things published the Parish Magazine, but she was also a Chorister like her cousin Roger.

However all the time she spent working for the Church was unpaid, so she had to work as well.

She was fortunate enough to have found a job at Burbage Farm, or more precisely the Burbage Barns which were both large and numerous, too numerous for the needs of the farm, so many of them had been converted into storage spaces, popular with companies wishing to house their archives off site, theatrical and film companies storing sets and costumes, and St Agatha’s church who stored a variety of things there, Santa’s Grotto, all the stalls for Fete’s and Bazaars, processional items, the nativity scene and costumes of all shapes sizes and uses.

 

Had she not had her faith she would just have thought herself fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time, but as it was, she was sure that a divine hand had been at work.

She had travelled the four miles from the village with her cousin Roger, and Sandra Emmett in the latter’s car, in order to locate the St Agatha’s props and paraphernalia which were required in order to prepare for the Church’s Community Event over the following week.

It was not her first time there, but it was the first occasion on which she met Jed Burbage, and she was instantly smitten.

He was about five years older than her, tall, blond, and tanned, and Tara thought he was a six-foot-tall hunk of gorgeousness.  

 

Jed managed the storage side of the farms business, and he only had one full time employee to assist him, and he had just quit, he led them to the appropriate barn and unlocked the door.

“You’ll have to manage on your own today” he said

“Why? Are you short staffed?” Sandra asked

“No, I’m no staffed as on twenty minutes ago”

“I’m looking for a job” Tara blurted out

“Do you live in Pepperstock Green?” he asked

“Yes”

“So did the last person and he was always late” Jed stated

“Well, I can vouch for the fact that she’s annoyingly punctual”, Roger said “in fact she is punctual to the point of obsession”

“She will never ever be late” Sandra added “Because she is half an hour early for everything”

“I am still here you know” Tara said and blushed

“And what can you do when you get here?” he asked with a smile

“Whatever she’s asked to” Sandra answered

“Thanks mum” Tara said

“Ok come and see me before you leave and we can have a chat” Jed said and headed back to the office.

Sandra, who had another motive for being at the barns, namely ensnaring Roger, had just entered the barn when a thought occurred to her, which was that getting Roger alone in the barn might give her the chance she had been looking for, so she said

“Tara! Why don’t you go and talk to Jed now?”

She opened her mouth to protest but Sandra quickly continued

“Strike while the irons hot, I’m sure Roger and I can manage to locate the bits we need while you’re busy with Jed”

“Oh ok, if you’re sure” Tara said

“Absolutely” Sandra assured her

 

Tara was feeling apprehensive and excited in equal measure as she walked across the yard, she knew only too well why Sandra had urged her to go and find Jed and it wasn’t to help her get a job.

But then she wasn’t entirely sure if that was her primary reason for it either.

When she left Pepperstock Green that morning she had no expectations about the trip other than to assist with Church business.

But when she first laid eyes on Jed Burbage, who she thought was gorgeous, she quickly forgot the reason she was there, which was why she remarked impulsively that she was looking for a job.

Not that she thought that she had any chance with him, after all he was buff and she was just ordinary, and she was five years younger and less worldly wise.

She was in truth however looking for another job, as her part time position at Stephenson’s Supermarket wasn’t paying enough, but on the plus side the shop was only a five-minute walk from her home, whereas Burbage Farm would be a four-mile bike ride.

 

He asked her about her work experience, qualifications and other skills she might have, and he seemed happy with her replies and nodded as he took notes.

“So how are you going to get here every day?”

“By bike” she replied

“Oh that might be a problem, the job does involve some driving”

He said

“Oh I can drive” she said

“I just can’t afford to run a car”

“Good that’s another box ticked then”

“I can see straight away that you’re really fit” he said “I mean, in good shape”

He flushed and took a drink before continuing

“What I meant to say was that you are clearly physically capable of doing the manual work, but Paperwork and good record keeping are key to what we do here”

“I understand” she said and smiled, she thought it was cute when he got all flustered, and it made her like him even more.

“Right well I’ll explain to you the basics on the documentation and then you can do the transaction with St Agatha’s so I can see if you’ve grasped the essentials”

“Ok” she replied brightly

 

After checking and logging the reference numbers on the advice note, one for the box that Sandra had returned and one for the boxes they were taking with them, she handed it to Sandra for signature, and when she got it back, she tore off a copy for Sandra and handed the other one to Jed.

After perusing the paperwork he nodded and said

“When can you start?”

 

Sandra sat in the car while Roger loaded the boxes into the back and Tara was finalising the details with Jed.

When she emerged from the office, she said goodbye over her shoulder as she got back into the car, and she was feeling very pleased with herself on the drive back to the village.

 

Tara liked working at Burbage Barns and over the weeks that followed she enjoyed it more and more, but she also found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with Jed with each passing day.

But the one thing that didn’t alter with the passing of time was her belief that she had any kind of chance with him, after all what would a buff, intelligent and worldly older man, possibly see in a nerdy girl on the geeky side of ordinary who spent most of her spare time out in the wilds of Downshire photographing wildlife, as far as she could see they had absolutely nothing going for them and nothing in common.

 

In the middle of June as they neared the summer solstice the days were longer and the evenings brighter with twilight pushed back to 10 o’clock so when the weekend arrived she was up before first light on Saturday and set off on her bike, she already had her backpack ready, with everything in it she needed to last her the day, her camera, food and drink, while the wooded slopes of the Pepperstock Hills would provide the rest.

She cycled about two miles and secured her bike to tree and proceeded into the woods on foot.

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches 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 attracts a variety of visitors who, thanks to its closeness to the Finchbottom Expressway and the park was open to everyone for a variety of recreational pursuits but there were certain designated areas did not permit vehicles of any kind and even horses were restricted and dog walkers had to keep their pets on a lead within the confines of those areas.

She really liked the fact that all but those interested in the flora and fauna of the woods were permitted free access to them, as her greatest passions were Wildlife and Photography.

Within the reserve there were a good number of hides which enabled, with a combination of time, patience and a good camera, those who possessed all three virtues to capture perfect images.

The hides were many and various, some were at ground level while others were high beneath the canopy and other that were somewhere in between.

The differences in locations were such because of the differences in the people who used them, if you were primarily interested in birds, then the high hides best suited your needs, while if you favoured large mammals then the low ones were for you, but for Tara she had no preference and she had used them all at some time or other, she was interested in all Wildlife, large or small, furry or feathered.

She switched from hide to hide, depending on the time of year, or the conditions or just a whim, it was the latter on that Saturday, and she chose the one sat on the top of a low hill and was a medium height location offering a view across a large meadow and the tops of the trees that surrounded it.

The hide was buried under a grassy bank, which always reminded her of the Teletubbies, which made her smile, but she knew even on a hot day it would be cool in there, she just hoped that she would have it to herself.

She didn’t want to have to engage in conversation with anyone, she was just there to indulge her passion for Wildlife and Photography.

She quietly opened the door and stepped inside and closed the door behind her and then she turned around and her heart sank, as someone had got there before her, but then her fortunes changed as her companion turned their eyes on her and she was surprised to see it was Jed Burbage, and when he recognised her, he smiled.

So, it seemed that they did have something in common after all and so

It appeared she would be enjoying all three of her passions on one glorious day.

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