The traditional way
Is
now rather passé
And
may have had its day
But
I will ask thee
While
on bended knee
If
thou wilt marry me
Saturday, 28 August 2021
DECENT PROPOSAL
Snippets of Downshire Life – August Bank Holiday
The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.
On the August Bank Holiday, it was a hot sultry Sunday afternoon in the
Village and Alex Norris was as hot and sultry as the weather.
And the children running in and out of the house every five minutes either
bickering or telling tales or saying, “Can I have?” was not cooling her down in
the slightest.
So, she just carried on watching TV with her husband Carlo and tried to
think happy thoughts, which was proving very difficult.
“Thank God” She exclaimed when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice
cream van playing “I wish I was in Dixie” in a neighbouring road,
“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than a jolly racist tune”
Carlo said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Alex shouted to them and he
dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins
which he handed over to the children and they were out the front door in ten
seconds flat, and the moment the door closed Carlo took hold of her hand and
pulled her onto his lap.
“Behave Carlo” she protested “it’s too hot”
“Just give me a kiss” he said
“That’s not going to cool me down, that will just make me hotter” she
said but kissed him anyway.
“Well if its cooling down you need then I can help with that too” he
said
Ten minutes later when the children returned with their ice creams they
found their mum and dad in the back garden where Carlo was spraying their mum
with the hose pipe.
Snippets of Downshire Life – Summer Bank Holiday
The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but there was also a very acceptable sandy beach, and it was on that beach on the Summer Bank Holiday when a group of friends from Purplemere were enjoying the warm weather, and among them were brothers Paul and Simon Maloney and Simon’s girlfriend Jules Madox.
But despite
the blue skies there was a black cloud hanging over the day because Paul knew
that his brother was going to dump Jules and he was not happy with what Simon
was going to do, because he was doing it so he could make a play for someone
else.
About an
hour after seeing Simon and Jules in a heated exchange by the seawall, Paul was
walking along the beach towards the pier when he saw Jules behind one of the
pillars and he could tell by the movement of her shoulders that she was crying,
so he closed the distance between them.
“Are you ok
Jules?” he asked when he reached her and as she turned to face him he could
discern that her eyes bore the evidence of crying, and then before he knew what
was happening she had buried her tearstained face in his chest and began to cry
anew.
“I’m sorry”
he said
They stood
in the shade beneath the pier in that embrace for ten minutes as she cried,
until the pattern of her breathing changed and he could feel feather light
kisses from her soft lips on his naked chest, before her lips journeyed upwards
until they reached his and she kissed him, a deeply passionate and electric
kiss, but he curtailed it.
“We
shouldn’t be doing this” he said
“But it’s
what I want” she retorted and tried again to connect her lips to his.
“But you
were crying for Simon ten minutes ago” he pointed out
“No, no,
you mustn’t think that” she said with alarm
“I wasn’t
crying because we broke up, I was glad, I was distraught because I didn’t think
I would see you again”
Friday, 27 August 2021
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (62) Anna Bella
James Ruddock was a 25 year old singleton and was
what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called
birders and he was staying at the
Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.
The view of the lake from the Hotel was
spectacular.
The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its
name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles
long and almost a mile at its widest point.
It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was
the reason he chose it.
A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the
Finchbottom Vale and the Dancingdean Forest in particular.
Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was
privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one
significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted
around as well, some in use and some not.
It was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little
or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there no speed boats or
jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
James was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the
perfect hobby for him.
He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but
unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but the main reason he was alone
was because he was shy and preferred to go unnoticed which is difficult to do
when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair.
On
his fifth day by the lake he was up bright and early and headed up into the
woods around the Lake and was heading for lover leap.
It
was a rocky promontory which was a location that had been recommended to
him.
Anna
at the Hotel had given him a number of popular birding sites and after he had
spent a couple of hours up at Lovers Leap including the small clearing where a Green
Woodpecker had been sited.
But
what he found waiting for him in the clearing, sitting on a blanket was Anna herself.
He
moved a little closer and was about to ask her to direct him back to the path
to civilization when she stood up and took off her dress to reveal a yellow
bikini.
“Oh
my” he said to himself as he studied a most interesting scene.
“This
is much better than a Green Woodpecker” he said to himself “Much better”
It
wasn’t the usual type of bird he was spotting for but it was a rare sighting
indeed.
It
was his habit to write down his more exotic sighting in his little book and he
had nothing in his book to equal Anna.
Looking
beyond the figure of Anna he could see there was a well-defined path which he
thought if he followed would lead him back to Shallowfield as he was ready for
his lunch.
It
had been a very pleasant diversion from birdwatching but he wasn’t comfortable
to spy on her further.
However
he still had the problem of getting back to Shallowfield without crossing the
clearing or being seen by Anna and it was as he was pondering this problem that
Anna turned around and looked directly at him and smiled, and then she gestured
him to join her.
“I’m
so sorry” he said as he approached “I didn’t mean to look”
“That’s
alright you were meant to” she retorted
“Wwhat?”
he stammered
“I’ve
been trying to get your attention all week” she said and slithered up to him
and embraced him and when the kiss was over she said
“Now
don’t you think that’s better than bird watching?”
“Oh
yes definitely” he replied and leant in for another helping and thought.
“This
is definitely going in the book”
The
morning after Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the
Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing he rose late
and was trying to figure out when he would get to kiss her again.
And
it was with those thoughts about kissing the girl in the yellow bikini that he
decided he would take a shower and then go in search of her.
However
just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist,
waitress and all round dogs body Anna Hunt suddenly appeared at the door.
There followed a delightful interlude, in which she
declared that she was his girlfriend, and that culminated in them making love
in his bed.
The next morning he rose late again but this time
however, when he headed to the shower, the door didn’t suddenly open and Anna
did not appear.
This time he was already in the shower and had
already given himself a good soaping before she joined him and on that morning
he had no need to undress her as Anna was already naked.
Anna was a year or two younger than James straight brown hair and a rather plain,
heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped
smile.
When
Anna got in the cubicle she was only wearing a broad grin so he kissed her
smiling lips and made love to her.
Afterwards
he was shattered, he had to sit in the cubicle to recharge his batteries, and
James just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about twenty
minutes.
By
the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Anna was already
fully dressed.
“You’ve
recovered then” she said and laughed
“I’ll
remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he said in response
“You’ll
still take me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed
her and scooped her up in his arms
“Put
me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested
“That’s
just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.
But
that was all they did as she had work to do.
“Well
you’ll have to wait until tomorrow now” she insisted
So
he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry as she sat down and
watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t
tell if she was remembering what she’d just had or imagining what she was going
to get the next time and he knew there would be a next time, and soon.
FINE AS SILKEN THREAD
Fine as silken thread
Her
hair shone like burnished
Gold,
in the bright sunlight
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