Monday, 13 September 2021

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (90) After Graduation – Paul and Sharlene

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see, from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the Village of Shallowfield where our story takes place.

 

Shallowfield lay on the southern edge of the Finchbottom Vale and Shallowfields fortunes had always relied largely upon forestry and agriculture for its survival.

In the post war years with rationing and a shortage of work a lot of people moved away, to Abbottsford, Abbeyvale and beyond, and it only barely survived.

And the community around Teardrop Lake fared even worse.

Only a few of the houses around the Lake were thriving, a lot of the houses had been rented out and those that hadn’t were in a poor state of repair, some too such an extent they were little more than ruins.

But by the 70s things were beginning to change, thanks mainly to tourism and an increase in leisure time.

More importantly these people had money in their pockets.

This trend was reflected by the fact that the derelict Shallowfield Lodge, which had been inherited by a young couple from Lincolnshire, Rob and Sheryl Brown, was turned into a hotel.

Its completion formerly marked the rebirth of Teardrop Lake and by extension Shallowfield.

 

Triplets, Dale, Manny and Paul Smith had just graduated from Abbottsford University and were spending the summer with their uncle Julius, who was the Vicar of St Jude’s church in Shallowfield, which was where they met the Nichols sisters.

They had been at their Uncles for less than a week when they walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though they had only been there a few days they were not newcomers as they had spent every holiday there for as long as they could remember and had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years.

The Fête was very well attended but despite not being strangers they didn’t really know many of the people in attendance but they thought they would take a look, show willing at least, so they went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left them all a little light headed so they decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.

But they only got about half way across the field when they were two of the Nichols girls, Crissie and Sharlene and they turned in unison to see them tottering towards them across the grass, shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.

The twin girls were not only sisters, but were also best friends, quite inseparable and Manny and Paul thought them very gorgeous, and had been in love with them foe three years, but alas when they fell for them the girls were only 15, even though they kept reminding them that they were actually 15 and three quarters.

Sadly that three quarters was not going to keep them off the sex offenders register if they did what red bloodied young men of 18 might think of doing.

But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot but they decided to keep them at arm’s length until they turned 16, unfortunately another opportunity never presented itself in the following three years so that seemed to be that, until that summer.

Crissie was the younger of the two by a few minutes, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharlene was an inch shorter with a strawberry blonde hair and alabaster skin.

They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.

They tottered up alongside them, each taking an arm, Sharlene as always was flirting outrageously.

“Can we come back to the Vicarage Paul?” Sharlene said

“Then we could have another drink”

“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Crissie chipped in

“Can we?” Sharlene said again

“Please Manny?” Crissie added

“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”

“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharlene

“Will you spank us?” Crissie said and giggled

“You’ll get us shot” Paul said

Being over six feet tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave them a height advantage of more than a foot, affording them a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, they knew they shouldn’t have looked but even for good Christian boys it was difficult to resist the temptation.

Dale who was the only one of the boys not to have a gorgeous girl on his arm looked on and smiled as his brothers struggled with the moral repercussions of ogling young girl’s breasts.

 

Being over six feet tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave them a height advantage of more than a foot, affording them a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, they knew they shouldn’t have looked but even for good Christian boys it was difficult to resist the temptation.

Dale who was the only one of the boys not to have a gorgeous girl on his arm looked on and smiled as his brothers struggled with the moral repercussions of ogling young girl’s breasts.

Sharlene saw Paul looking down her top and giggled so he didn’t look away.

Then she compared she whispered to her sister about what Manny was doing and she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking either.

 

When they reached the Vicarage Dale left his brothers and the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to get the drinks, which given the girls inebriation and his own light-headedness he decided not to fuel the flames with more alcohol, so when he joined the others on the patio, which was now in the shade and put a tray full of soft drinks on the table which on reflection was the wisest thing to do despite protests from the girls.

And then about ten minutes, Gail Nichols emerged through the garden gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was the older sister, and was the one that Dale had set his cap at, and thought she was equally gorgeous to her siblings, a few inches taller with a rounder curvier figure than her siblings, but for Dale she was perfection.

 “Well no surprise to find Smith boys surrounded by pretty girls” She said

“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Dale said

“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly “I’ve just come to collect my sisters”

“But we’re having fun” Crissie protested

“I’m sure you sure but it’s time to go” Gail said

“Do you want a drink?” Dale asked

“Yes please” Sharlene replied eagerly

“Me too” giggled Crissie

“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Dale said “I was asking Gail”

“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied “mum and dad are waiting”

“As I said before you’re one of them” he said

“I’m not pretty,” she snorted

“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.

He imagined her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.

Just at that moment the back gate swung open and Uncle Julius walked up the garden.

“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.

The Smith boys watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharlene blew a kiss.

“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said

“Yes Uncle” Dale agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”

For years he had fantasied about him and Gail and he looked forward to when he could turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long, to his surprise it was the next day, that his fantasy was made manifest.

 

The day after the Smith boys entertained the Nichols sisters in the vicarage garden Manny and Paul went sailing up at Teardrop Lake while Dale remained at the vicarage catching up on his reading.

But by the time they had finished on the Lake for the day back at the Vicarage, Dale had put his book down for the day and was kissing Gail Nichols for the first time which turned out to be the first step on a life long journey.  

But Dale wasn’t the only member of the Smith family to have a penchant for a Nichols girl but it was a week later before cupid hit the mark for a second time and Manny and Crissie became a couple but there was still more to come that Summer because Paul had Sharlene in his sights.

It was two weeks after Dale and Gail got together and one week after Manny and Chrissie first kissed, when Paul woke up on Saturday morning with serious intent.

Dale and Manny were spending the day with their respective girlfriends so he had decided he need to stake his claim on Sharlene before someone else snapped her up.

As it was a nice day he left the Vicarage to take a walk up to Teardrop Lake, and he chose that destination as he had heard that Sharlene had been seen walking in that direction so he had to hurry before she disappeared.

He followed the Lane that ran parallel to the River Brooke as it flowed from the head of the lake and on towards Shallowfield and beyond.

He headed past the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel and then the lane joined the perimeter road which circled the lake and after a moment’s thought he took the northern side.

 

Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels, each with one significant dwelling on it although there were a number of cottages dotted around the woods 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 were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.

Manny and his brothers learned to sail on the Lake

But there was more to Teardrop than the lake, there were two follies, a Watch tower, and Olwen’s chapel as well as a waterfall, brooks, streams, a 16th Century Bridge and lovers leap.

 

Unlike the eager and self-confident Crissie Nichols, who had sought out Manny on the day of her birthday when she saw him pass by, even though she was attending her aunts wedding, her sister and best friend, Sharlene had not been able to do the same thing which was why she was spending the day alone up at the Lake.

She was a bit sulky because her sister were so happy since they had got their Smith boys but she was beginning to think the whole summer holiday would pass before she got Paul, if at all.

But little did she know when she decided to go up to the Folly by the Lake for some private sulking that the lovely Paul Smith would cross Sharlenes path.

 

There were two Folly’s in the area around the Lake the first one was built in the early 19th century by the local Nobleman, the Earl of Dancingdean who had it built for himself, in the style of a Castle Keep, on top of a hill and then had the surrounding Forest cleared so everyone around could see his standard flying from the turret.

The second was erected by Ezekiel Cooper who lived on the opposite side of the Lake and was not of the nobility, he made his money in the cotton Mills of Lancashire.

And in response to the Earl’s construction he had built a gaudy Folly of his own in the Victorian Gothic style and like his noble adversary he had the surrounding Forest cleared so everyone around could see his standard flying.

Over the intervening years however the forest had crept back to reclaim the hills and only a small clearing was maintained around each of the structures.

 

Paul had just started the climb up Northern Perimeter road and was just turning the corner when he caught sight of Sharlene ahead of him.

She was unmistakable, five foot one with strawberry blonde hair and alabaster skin.

She had her strawberry red hair tied up and was mostly hidden under a baseball cap.

She was shuffling and scuffing along the road and Paul thought she looked lost and lonely without her sidekick Crissie.

Crissie was the outgoing bubbly girl and Sharlene rather lived in her shadow.

Crissie was ultra-confident, self-assured and pretty and she knew it.

Sharlene was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt but she was every bit as pretty but had no idea of the fact.

Crissie was the driving force in their relationship, bold and bubbly.

Being with her made Sharlene feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, living life on her coat tails and without her sister, Sharlene clearly floundered.

Which was evidenced but the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling along ahead of him.

With his longer stride he would have closed the gap on her in a matter of minutes had it not been for the Hodgson’s, a middle aged couple who were friends with his Uncle who had emerged from the woods with their dog and wanted to chat.

As much as he wanted to tell them he had more important things to do than talk with them, he couldn’t so he responded to their converse as he watched Sharlene disappear over the brow of the hill in the distance.

 

Once the Hodgson’s had gone on their way he set off up the road which climbed quite steeply up the hill then eased down the other side briefly, then he trudged up the next hill but there was no sign of Sharlene.

“Damn” he cursed before pressing on but by the time he reached the top his legs were feeling it a bit, so he took a breather and a drink, and thought about where she might have gone, it was possible she had gone into one of the houses but then he remembered her mentioning once how much she liked Lovers Leap, so that’s where he headed next.

 

Lovers leap was a rocky outcrop above the cliffs that were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.

Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken hearted lovers would leap to their deaths, although there was no evidence that anyone actually had, but it made a good story.

 

By the time he reached Lovers Leap he was panting worse than an old man and as he walked onto the rocky shelf that jutted out above the cliffs shelf his heart sank because there was no one there.

Paul paused for a drink and then he made the longer and gentler descent, thinking as he went, and he thought she might have gone to

Dancingdean Folly instead.

 

The Folly was built by the 8th Earl of Dancingdean who had it erected for himself, in the style of a Castle Keep.

He was always prone to delusions of Grandeur.

He had it erected on top of a hill and then had the surrounding Forest cleared so everyone for miles around could see his standard flying high from the turret.

The scene was very different almost two hundred years later as the forest had begun encroaching on the cleared land.  

 

Once Paul got close to the Folly he noticed Sharlene sitting on a towel in a shaft of sunlight wearing a bikini top and shorts so as he approached he called out to her.

“Hi Sharlene” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin

“Oh Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said

“It’s ok, I was miles away” Sharlene said

“No Crissie today?” he asked, already knowing she was out with Manny.

“No” she sighed “she’s gone to Sharpington with your brother”

He thought she looked quite sad but hopefully from this chance meeting he might put a smile on those pale lips and some colour on her cheeks.

Sharlene was fresh faced and make up free and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“With your lovely pale skin you really need to stay in the shadows” he said and she blushed at the compliment

“If you sit there like that you’ll burn, suntan lotion would help, if you have some I could put it on for you”

“Yes please” she said eagerly “I have some in my bag”

The sunlight was warm but her risk of burning was nowhere near as high as he had made out, but he didn’t tell her that.

He knelt down on the blanket next to her and perused her as she rummaged in her bag.

Sharlene had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him as she searched for the lotion but when she had it she turned to face him and at the precise moment their eyes met he gave her a kiss, not much of a kiss, just a peck on the lips, but the moment lips touched lips she pushed him onto his back and gave him a proper kiss.

“That’s better” Sharlene said and blushed and giggled.

 “Very nice” he agreed “But I think we could use more practice to be sure”

“Oh definitely” She concurred and kissed him again

 

So Sharlene and Paul spent the afternoon on a blanket in the clearing by Dancingdean Folly where they practiced their kissing and fell in love. 

Five years after that momentous kiss Paul married Sharlene Nichols and their love remained throughout their 40 year marriage.

WHEN LOVERS PART

 

Was it really two weeks ago

When we cried and said hello

And now as we stand in the rain

It’s the time for us to part again

Holding you close again we cry

As the time has come to say goodbye

Only a few more weeks to go

When we will say our last hello

And our goodbyes will be done

As before God we join as one

And never again will we part

Or feel the longing in our hearts

I hold you close as again we cry

Then I kiss you and say goodbye

MY HEART WILL SAY

 

My heart will say

Every day

Why am I empty?

So empty

 

My heart will say

Every day

Why am I so lonely?

So lonely

 

My heart will say

Every day

I can love someone

Anyone

 

My heart will say

Every day

Answer me please

Please answer me

My heart makes a plea

Please fill me

Give me some company

Hear my plea

 

My heart will say

Every day

Find me a kindred spirit

Oh please permit

 

My heart despairs

I have so much to share

I have so much to give

Please let me live

THOSE EYES

 

Those eyes, those eyes

Of saucer size

Those eyes, those eyes

That hypnotize

 

Those eyes, those eyes

So worldly wise

Those eyes, those eyes

That bring me sighs

 

Those eyes, those eyes

Cause of my demise

Those eyes, those eyes

I’m lost, so no surprise

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (89) The Second Adventure

 

Gary Smith and Carla Lund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Carla, she wanted a double bed and plenty of comfort and more than a little loving.

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” Gary replied flippantly but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said,

It was not an insurmountable problem as far as he was concerned but she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember the time when she was, a time when she enjoyed a kiss and a cuddle in the woods back in the days when they were courting but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

The bunk beds were bad enough but Carla really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours, in fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Carla’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

And that was when he woke her in the dawn light and the adventure returned to their marriage.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Carla felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.

As it was a beautiful day Gary suggested they take a drive over to the Dancingdean Forest.

 

They parked up and then walked along a well-worn trail for about half an hour and then Gary led them off-piste into the more heavily forested wood.

And a half an hour later they came to a small rocky clearing and then they sat down and had a drink.

“I like it here” she said

“Yes it’s nice, but another half an hour” he said, “and we should reach the lake”

“No I mean I like it here” she said and kissed him an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“What’s going on?” he said “We came here to see the lake”

“I came here for adventure” Carla giggled and kissed him again and it was too dark to go to the lake by the time she had finished with him.

MY LOVE # 2

 

You are warmer

Than a summer day

You are cooler

Than ice cubes in a tray

You are sweeter

Than raspberry sorbet

You are as refreshing

As the ocean spray

You are perfect

In every single way

SEE EMILY PLAY

 

It is said that Beauty

Is in its beholders eye

Then surely in Emily’s case

Our vision must be singular

Any man with a heartbeat

Must see as I

In order not to mislead

I should state that Emily

Is not on the cover of vogue

She is no airbrushed goddess

She is a normal girl

Perhaps even ordinary

But she is beautiful all the same

She does not see it

In her self effacing way

She sees only her flaws

But in my eyes

Her beauty is enhanced

By her imperfections

And not diminished by them

She is not a perfect beauty

And so to me she is perfection

She see’s many imperfections

But I don’t see any

For example her hair

Which Emily wears long

Is straight and is of that

Undignified shade of mousy

Her ears are small, almost delicate

But they do protrude

Allowing her to hook her hair

Behind them effortlessly

Emily’s nose is a little Aquiline

But cute all the same

Her eyes are a startling pale green

And quite hypnotic

They are punctuated

With thick eyebrows

In the Brooke Shields style

Her lips are full, without a pout

And the corners turn up

Cutely innocent

The colour is pink

At its darkest hue

But all of this is merely,

Window dressing

I look at her in awe

Such is her loveliness

But the secret to her beauty

Is that she is natural

On the day I first met her

On that summers day

When her mouth opened

And those full pink lips

Turned into a smile

They illuminated the room

Her face seemed to radiate

A light so divine

And her countenance

Was at once angelic

And at that very moment

Emily captured my heart

I stood open mouthed

Staring at this goddess

Then when see noticed me

Her cheeks discoloured

To a shade of claret wine

And I knew cupid had struck

Two hearts pierced by a single arrow