I wanted her
To
stay in my arms
To
be my girl for ever
But
her feelings for me
Evaporated
like mist
In
the heat of the sun
Leaving
only shadowy memories
Of
passions passed
And
I am alone
Unable
to cry the tears
I
just keep asking why
But
in the hollow void
Of
my empty heart
Only
silence echo’s
Silver moon above mountain blue
Is
there another looking at you?
Shooting
star flashing across the sky
Is
there another asking you why?
It
is my love wishing on that star
The beautiful Downshire
village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located
between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the
Clerembeax Palace Hotel
and Spa and one of the rooms was occupied by Sean and Pamela Evans who were guests at her sisters wedding.
Sean had been playing Golf with the other male
members of the wedding party while Pamela and the rest of the ladies availed
themselves of the many and varied treats and treatments on the menu at the Spa.
When Sean returned to their room late in the
afternoon he opened the door and discovered his wife standing in the middle of
the room wearing only white silk stockings on her glorious legs and her wedding
hat, worn at a jaunty angle atop her head.
Her sheathed legs, silkily sheer, from dainty well
sculptured ankle to soft lily-white thigh, were very pleasing to the eye, but
he knew from past experience that the stockings, delicately soft, would feel
cool to the touch beneath his palm, and the smooth cool silk, so temptingly
tactile, was a feast for hand and eye.
“Not that I’m complaining but why are you naked
except for stockings and a hat?” he asked
“Its “Wear a Hat Day” obviously” she replied
“Fair comment” he said and put the “Do Not Disturb”
sign on the door handle.
When the summer evening falls
The
melodic nightingale calls
This
is also the lover’s time
And
the perpetrators of crime
Then
at the passing of the night
Lovers
take cover criminals take flight
I walked hand in hand with you
Down
a country lane just we two
In
a land of a green and pleasant hue
Over
a bridge where the kingfisher flew
Through
woods full of telltale bells of blue
Across
a field wet with morning dew
Climbed
a hill amidst lamb and ewe
To
a perfect spot with an unspoilt view
Where
we could be alone just, we two
Falling in love
Is
a beautiful thing
And
love does make
The
world go round
Being
in love
Is
a beautiful thing
As
long as the world
Keeps
turning
Fall
out of love
And
the world stops
With
no beauty in it
Downshire
is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that it
was the best.
And that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford which was Downshire’s
administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.
It was also a place of
learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City, was home to Abbottsford
Town football club and benefitted from the renowned Winston Churchill Hospital.
Two of the Nurses at
the hospital were Ivan Christie and Kirsten Vaughan and they were on their
first date on the Saturday night of the third weekend in March.
They had a nice meal
at an Italian restaurant called Roberto’s and then went for drinks in the
Castle Pub.
The conversation
flowed all evening, with no embarrassed silences, and on the walk home the conversation
turned to the impending clock change.
“I hate British Summer
Time” she said
“I don’t like losing
an hour of sleep, it really messes with my head”
“Well don’t look at it
so much as losing an hour’s sleep” he said “See it more as us being able to see
each other an hour sooner than we expected tomorrow”
“Ah that’s very
romantic” she said and kissed him
