Friday, 15 July 2022

Downshire Diary – (73) The Homecoming Muse

 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 our story begins in the East, or more precisely, 20 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between Finchbottom and Pepperstock Green, in the sprawling village of Denmead.

 

Owen Carrington’s Uncle Glyn died on New Year’s Day and left him his Cottage and a small cash sum, more than enough to keep him going for a few more years.

He left it to him because he felt they were kindred spirits, he wanted to be a writer himself but his father made him get a proper job, Owen really liked him and he was a great story teller, and it was his Uncles colourful tales that helped him when he was writing his novels.

His death came as a great shock as it was sudden though not unsurprising given his health.

 

So that was how he found himself living in a lovely Victorian Cottage in the quaint Downshire Village of Denmead.

It was a very tranquil place though not without its distractions. 

From his study he could look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged.

And on the other side of the wood was the hub of the village, the Green Oak, everyone seemed to go there at some point, either for a drink, the restaurant or the coffee suite.

 

As a writer Owen’s star was definitely in the ascendency after the success of his first Romantic novel “The Maiden Muse” but the change in the fortunes of his writing career were not universally well received, his publisher liked it, his new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but his mother was disappointed by it because she thought it was a bit girlie.

 

But it wasn’t just his writing career that was climbing high, so was his love life thanks to his muse and lover, Juliana Molesworth, who had brought his writers block to an end, and since she had become his muse he had become a writer of bodice ripping romances which had proved to be an occupation which suited him very well indeed.

And it suited him in many ways, but the main benefit was that he was able to work at home, so he had no tedious commute every day and his working day was flexible to the point that some days he didn’t write at all.

This afforded him the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone or even taking a day out to go fishing.

 

Owen Carrington’s muse and lover Juliana Molesworth, was in her third year at the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford.

In the short time they had been together she had come to mean everything to him so in the final weeks of the year he did something that rocked her world, he asked her to marry him, and she said yes.

 

Since the day of the proposal they missed each other terribly while she was at University and he was in Denmead time hung heavy so he was really looking forward to her coming home for the three week Christmas break.

 

Due to some heavy snow fall over night and him having to clear the drive before he could get the car out of the garage, he was about forty minutes late leaving for the drive to Abbottsford.

He called ahead to let Juliana know he was running late but she was ok about it as she was all behind herself.

 

He got to Juliana’s place around one o’clock and miracle of miracles she was ready to go.

Half an hour after he finished loading the car they finally got away when she had finished saying her goodbyes of course.

 

When they got back to Denmead he thought Juliana would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest, but it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with him.

“Don’t take me home yet” she said as they entered the village

“Aren’t you in a hurry to see your mum and dad?” he asked

“Yes, but I want to spend a couple of hours with my fiancé first” she said

“I like the way that sounds” Owen replied

 

He parked on the drive and walked to the door and went inside and they had barely got through the front door before she launched herself at him and kissed him.

“Merry Christmas” she said

 

They spent a pleasant couple of hours cuddling on the sofa as they watched a classic Christmas movie and when it was finished he was allowed to take her home to be reunited with her family.

 

It was starting to snow again as he reversed onto the Molesworth’s drive, it was little more than a flurry really, barely even enough to qualify as a light shower.

He unloaded the car while Juliana rushed inside and hugged her waiting parents and he traipsed in with her stuff amidst the scene of reuniting embraces and jovial laughter.

And after a farewell kiss when his duties were fulfilled he left the Molesworth’s to their reunion and drove home.

But he knew he would see his homecoming muse again the next day. 

Downshire Diary – (72) French Cuisine

 

Danny Popkin was not looking forward to another boring business dinner the latest in a long line of such wasted evenings and at 35 years of age he was really looking for something more in his social life, in fact he was actually looking for more in his life.

Certainly something more than just another fabulous restaurant for yet another expensive meal or as they say another “dining experience” at someone else’s expense.

He pulled up outside the latest restaurant, this time The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, a place of great renown, but he still had a feeling of dread, despite the great venue, wonderful cuisine and the great ambience, it was just as he expected, more boring business talk, more boring company, basically more people who like him didn’t really want to be there.

But after the pre-dinner drinks, quelle surprise, out of the blue and quite unexpected, une jeune fille, and how pretty she was, la belle fille, Florence Clerembeax, the niece of the financial director from the Paris office, a petite well-tanned girl with huge brown eyes and long hair the colour of burnt caramel.

“Quelle jolie fillee” Jason thought
“Do you mind if she joins us?” her father asked
As if they would mind, a bunch of boring business men having dinner or a bunch of boring business men and a beautiful young woman having dinner.
No contest as far as Jason was concerned because he was instantly besotted by the beautiful young woman.
When the waiter came, the American next to him ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?” he asked Jason
“I’ll take her, any way she comes” he said in his head but when he looked across at Florence she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head about a girl 12 years younger than him.

“I’ll have the same” he said ordering something he didn’t really want, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts about what he did want.

His thoughts extended to every aspect of her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers of silk, satin and lace.

He wanted her to tantalise all his senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,

His sight had already been fed but he wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, the smell of her perfumed scented skin was exotic and intoxicating, and touch which had been restricted to a hand shake and so he felt her electrifying touch on his skin but the taste was as yet unfulfilled.     

But all through the meal knowing looks were exchanged and every time their eyes met he felt like a schoolboy again, and still he was convinced she could read his mind.

They laughed and joked and pretty much ignored the rest of the table, but all too soon the evening was over and everyone went their separate ways and Jason was deflated as he got into his taxi.

Until that is he reached his Hotel and sitting in reception of the Worsted Viper Hotel was a smiling Florence.

“How did you kno…” he began but she silenced him with her lips and he finally got the taste of her.

Downshire Diary – (71) Heatherlands – Doctor in Love

 

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 our story begins slightly further south equidistant between Nettlefield and the Oxley’s, in the beautiful village of Heathervale.

 

When Chris Palmer moved to Nettlefield from Purplemere following a very acrimonious divorce he had sworn off women for good.

But he was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and was possessed of piercing blue eyes, so he didn’t go unnoticed.

 

His reason for moving to Nettlefield in particular, over all the other places he might have chosen either in Downshire or beyond, was the Heatherlands District Health Centre.

It was a large practise that serviced a large area, covering Nettlefield itself, Oxley Green, Heathervale, Oxley Ridge and Tipton and Chris had been fortunate enough to land the job as practice manager and he also found himself a nice little flat in Nettlefield.

 

The senior partner, and Chris’s boss, at the Health Centre was Dr Clarisse Lowe, a tall statuesque woman who dressed in tweed, with Chestnut hair, a voluptuous figure, lovely long legs and a generous frontage, who was in her mid-forties and was just the kind of woman Chris would have fallen for in his previous life.

 

Clarisse had been married to Edward Lowe, who had been an eminent surgeon in Downshire, he had also been twenty years older when he married her and he had two children from his first marriage, Josie being the oldest.

The marriage was a happy one but only lasted five years because Edward died suddenly on the Tipton Twelve Trees Golf course after suffering a heart attack.

 

She had been a widow for 10 years when Chris arrived in her life, her widowhood had left her lonely but also afraid of risking her heart on someone who might end that loneliness

But apart from the fact that she had vowed not to risk her broken heart again she also had instigated a policy at the practise forbidding fraternisation between members of staff, so even if she were so inclined toward Chris she wouldn’t be disposed to go against her own edict.

But the heart wants what the heart wants which was why two people who despite their reluctance to expose themselves to love again and who were very definitely not looking for a relationship, let alone love, found it anyway.

 

 

As a bi-product of the loving relationship she began with Chris, Clarisse scrapped the “No Fraternizing policy” which meant that the surgical gloves were off in regard to work place relationships which was just what the doctor ordered for a lot of the staff, but for doctors 

Tony Dark and Denise Guilford it made no difference at all because they had been romantically involved for two years.

The scrapping of the relationship ban should have given them the green light to come out of the closet but the simple truth was that they rather liked the closet, they enjoyed the sneaking around.

 

When they were around other people at the health centre they were cold and aloof, but in private they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, so whenever an opportunity to enjoy some intimacy presented itself they grabbed it with both hands.

And from the first moment when Denise made the decision to seduce Tony it opened up a whole new world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked pleasure.

They both loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made them very aroused and they had to indulge themselves wherever they could.

Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers, at times they met at hotels and from time to time they did it at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, but never in his as it was far too small.

 

However as time went on their appetite for spending time together grew exponentially so at The Heatherlands District Health Centre staff Christmas Party which was held at The Foothills Hotel in Oxley Ridge, they made a decision.

They had found it tortuous during the party, not to be able to hold each other’s hand, as they often did when they were together, or dance together on the dancefloor.

They had to maintain the cold and aloof stance that typified the relationship they allowed people to see.

But later that night after he had sneaked into her room they lay huddled beneath the duvet in the afterglow and hatched a plan for their perfect Christmas.

 

Both Denise and Tony were from the southern end of the county, she was from Abbottsford while he came from Sharpington and they both had family remaining there, and further more they were expected for Christmas.

However as part of their plan they told their respective families that they were on call over Christmas, it was a real shame but they had drawn the short straw so they would have to miss out on the festivities.

They weren’t on call obviously and they were going to have their own festivities and the location they chose was a cottage in the Hamlet of Oxspike on the edge of The Pepperstock Hills National Park.

 

The reason that the couple chose that particular getaway destination was four fold, firstly they would be alone, second there was no chance of seeing anyone they knew, thirdly the nearest neighbour was half a mile away and lastly because Oxspike was high up in the crags of the park they often got snow up there and Denise and Tony wanted a white Christmas to make everything perfect.

 

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretched 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 attracted a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and the former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk.

 

Denise and Tony had booked Pike’s Farm Cottage from the 23rd of December to the 27th, so it was a cold miserable Friday morning when Tony picked Denise up in a quiet corner of the car park of the Nettlefield branch of Stephenson Supermarket.

A mixture of rain and sleet peppered the windscreen as they left the car park and headed towards their Christmas getaway, half an hour later the rain and sleet had turned to snow and they were jubilant that they were in for a white Christmas but by the time they reached Oxley Ridge they were in a blizzard and they were less euphoric.

 

The roads were barely visible in places the higher they climbed and Tony had to drive very gingerly along the exposed stretches, but after ten minutes they got lucky when a Land Rover pulled onto the road ahead of them so he got in its tracks and followed it for the next four miles and then just as they were beginning to feel comfortable, disaster struck twice in quick succession firstly when the Land Rover turned off and then seconds later the car heater stopped working. 

So they pressed on with caution as they were less than four miles from their destination but as a result two of those miles took almost an hour to cover.

But when they were within striking distance of the cottage Tony got a bit cocky and lost control on the final bend and spun the car and went arse end first into a snow bank.  

 

He tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned himself to the fact that they would have to walk the last half a mile.

“it looks like we’re walking from here” he said and got out of the car and the wind cut through his thin clothing like it wasn’t there but he quickly got his coat on and went to the back of the car where he found the boot staved in and he was unable to open it.

“Shit” he said and had to go in the back of the car to put the seats down to retrieve the luggage.

Once he had the bags out he noticed that Denise was still sat in the passenger seat.

He was about to point out to her that he was freezing his nuts off when he noticed she was crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked gently and sat in the driver’s seat so he could hug her.

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you” she said between sobs

“Well I’m not planning on going anywhere” Tony said “Apart from somewhere warm, and I’m planning on taking you with me”

“But what if you’d been killed? How would I live without you in my life?” she asked and cried again

 

After he had reassured her that he was never going to leave her they gathered their bags together and made the short but nonetheless difficult walk to Pike’s Farm Cottage.

They were very cold by the time they got there but Tony had to just drop his bags and immediately do a return trip to get the rest of the bags.

“Be careful” Denise said and held him very tightly 

“I’ll be fine honey” he said “put the kettle on and I’ll be back before it’s boiled”

 

It was half an hour before he returned and not only had she boiled the kettle but she had lit the wood burner, had the water heater working as well as having some tinned soup warming on the hob.

“Thank God” she exclaimed and hugged him “I was beginning to get worried”

The reason for her concern was that the wind had strengthened while he was gone and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind meant that he made slow progress.

“Are you ok?” she asked

“Ccccold” He said through chattering teeth

“Come on” she ordered “we need to warm you up”

The cottage wasn’t much warmer than it was when they first arrived but the wood burner was giving off some significant warmth so she steered him over to that and left him there while she checked on the status of the hot water.

She went into the kitchen and the indicator light on the water heater told her they had a full tank, so she took the soup off the hob, and then went to the bathroom and turned on the taps.

 

She went into the kitchen and the indicator light on the water heater told her they had a full tank, so she took the soup off the hob, and then went to the bathroom and turned on the taps.

 

When she returned to the little sitting room he was still stood in front of the fire and he had steam rising from his legs and he was still shivering.

“Ok let’s go” she said and took him from the sitting room, through the hall and upstairs to the bathroom.

Once inside the steamy bathroom she turned towards him and said

“Right, get those wet clothes off”

He tried to comply but he couldn’t feel his fingers as he struggled with the buttons.

So Denise had to undress him, normally a rather enjoyable activity, but this time it was rather less so.

“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid his shirt “you silly man”

He didn’t respond, as the chattering of his teeth appeared to be worsening.

“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down his trousers and pants

“You could have died” she repeated and smacked his bare bum cheek

“Ok get in”

But he didn’t do as she instructed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked

“Yyyyou tttoooo” he stuttered

“Ok” she said “you get in and I’ll get the towels”

 

“How are you feeling now?” she asked as they both lay in the foamy water

“Much better” he replied

“Good” she said “Because I’m not ready to live without you”

“There’s no chance of that” he said and kissed her neck

“I think it’s time to get out now” she said and stood up, then she stepped out of the bath and wrapped towels around herself

“Let’s get you on your feet” she said and reached down

“It’s ok I can manage” Tony said and stood up but Denise was on hand to help him if he needed it and when he was out she immediately festooned him with towels.

She was very attentive to him and when she had finished patting him dry he sat down on the toilet and pulled her onto his lap.

  

It was about 8 pm and Denise was sitting on Tony’s lap wrapped in bath sheets and his arms when she said.

“We need to get moving before you get cold again”

“Do we have to move?” he whined, “I’m cosy”

“Yes” she said curtly “we need to eat something hot and then we can get cosy in bed”

 

Tony and Denise quickly got dressed and went downstairs and ate the soup she had prepared and then they went upstairs to bed but barely a word passed between them as they got themselves ready and got beneath the duvet.

“You’re very quiet” she observed as the cuddled up

“That’s because I’m thinking” he replied

“What are you thinking about?” she asked with foreboding, had she overdone the concern? Had she mothered him or smothered him.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am that my Christmas wish has been granted”

“What Christmas wish?”

“I wished that there was more to our relationship than just sex” he replied “and today I found out that there was”

Denise gasped when he said the words and then asked

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes” he replied

“That’s what I wished for too” she said

“I love you Dr Guilford”

“And I love you” Denise said

Downshire Diary – (70) The Ginger Amazonian Assignation

 

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 our story begins considerably further south in the Finchbottom Vale although the players in this tale come from every corner of the county.

 

A group of University friends were camping at the Eastern end of the Finchbottom Vale, on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his draconian cuts.

The campsite was attached to Maxlins Holiday Camp and although the campgrounds were nothing to do with Maxlins, all those attending did have day passes to use some of the amenities.

 

They were just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford University for their 3rd year.

One of them was Sean Hallows who had gone to Maxlins with his long term girlfriend Daisy.

He was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his heart. 

 

He had to return to his tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.

“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said

“Ok” he retorted and set off at pace. 

They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.

But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in very much at all really.

She was kneeling down, facing the flaps, pulling a T-shirt over her head, apart from that she was only wearing her underwear.

Sean stood motionless by the opening spellbound by the vision of the girl he had been in love with for almost a year.

She was a big Ginger Amazon of a girl almost as tall as he was, long limbed, busty and beautiful, well he certainly thought so, which was why when he came upon her in a state of near undress he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and there was a lot of her to look at.

Katie hadn’t noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.

In utter embarassment and uttering appologies he retreated to his own tent red faced but she pursued him and as it was her spectacular nakedness that had caused his blushing she quizzed him over his peeping when he all but confessed the truth to her about his love of her and then they lay in his tent and shared a kiss that they had both longed for over the previous year.

 

The following couple of days there was a little awkwardness between them, but not because they felt guilty for what they did, the kiss was electrifying, so the reason for the awkwardness was simply that they wanted to do it again although neither of them actualy knew how the other one felt.

 

On the third day most of the group were going on a coach trip to Pepperstock Castle for the day, but the night before Sean tripped over a guy rope on the way back from the pub and twisted his ankle, so he cried off and said he was going rest it for the day.

 

Daisy gave him a goody bag, containg a sandwich, crisps and a bottle of water then she kissed him good bye in the tent and told him to be good.

But Katie was standing behind Daisy and as he caught her gaze his eyes betrayed his thoughts.  

 

Katie wasn’t going on the trip to Pepperstock Castle because she and a girl called India were driving over to Sharpington instead.

Katie was originally from Sharpington and still had family in the town so she had planned to spend the day visiting them while India was meeting up with a girl she’d met the night before.

 

Katie knew in the second that she made eye contact with Sean that he wanted to share a kiss with the ginger amazon again, so as soon as she dropped India by the pier she drove back to Sharpinghead again, she could always spend the evening with her family instead.

 

As soon as Daisy and the group left Sean limped over to the shower block and had a long refreshing shower and tried to think of how he was going to spend the day on his own.

He was really dissapointed that Ginger Katie wasnt going to be spending the day with him or he with her.

He returned showered and shaved to his tent and got himself ready and then he had an idea of what to do. 

 

Katie got back to Maxlin’s camp site in double quick time and after parking the car she stopped at the washrooms to freshen up, applied make up and perfume and made her way to Seans tent.

She took a deep breath before she burst in through the flaps and said

“Surprise!”

But there was no one there, the tent was empty.

“Bollocks” she exclaimed and then she muttered under her breath as she trudged back towards her own tent

“I drive like a mad thing to get back here and no snog, I could be having tea and cake with my Aunt and not getting a snog, I didn’t need to drive all this way”

 

Sean was at that moment sitting at a picnic table where he had eaten his crisps and sandwich and he saw Katie as she bounded along towards his tent.

He saw her enthusiastically enter his tent and then exit again and trudge forlornly towards her own.

 

So he stood up and limped after her as she went sulkily to her own tent and caught up with her just before she entered.

“This is a nice surpise” he said “I wasn’t expecting to see you today”

“Oh its you” she said as she turned around while trying to hide her obvious delight

“Arn’t you pleased to see me?” he asked already knowing the answer

“I havent come back to see you” she lied

“Oh I thought you came back for another kiss” he said

“Well you were mistaken” she retorted

“So you don’t want a kiss then?”

“Not bothered one way or the other” she replied

“Well if you don’t want to then there was a cute blonde in the picnic area who seemed very interested” he said

“Don’t you dare” she squeeled and bundled him into the tent and on to her sleeping bag.

“If there’s any kisses on offer” she said as she half lay on top of him

“Then I’m having them all”

“They are very definitely on offer” he confirmed and her lips touched gently onto his.

Downshire Diary – (69) Making Plans with the Muse

 

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 our story begins in the East, or more precisely, 20 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between Finchbottom and Pepperstock Green, in the sprawling village of Denmead.

 

Owen Carrington’s Uncle Glyn died on New Year’s Day and left him his Cottage and a small cash sum, more than enough to keep him going for a few more years.

He left it to him because he felt they were kindred spirits, he wanted to be a writer himself but his father made him get a proper job, Owen really liked him and he was a great story teller, and it was his Uncles colourful tales that helped him when he was writing his novels.

His death came as a great shock as it was sudden though not unsurprising given his health.

 

So that was how he found himself living in a lovely Victorian Cottage in the quaint Downshire Village of Denmead.

It was a very tranquil place though not without its distractions. 

From his study he could look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged.

And on the other side of the wood was the hub of the village, the Green Oak, everyone seemed to go there at some point, either for a drink, the restaurant or the coffee suite.

 

As a writer Owen’s star was definitely in the ascendency after the success of his first Romantic novel “The Maiden Muse” but the change in the fortunes of his writing career were not universally well received, his publisher liked it, his new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but his mother was disappointed by it because she thought it was a bit girlie.

 

But it wasn’t just his writing career that was climbing high, so was his love life thanks to his muse and lover, Juliana Molesworth, who had brought his writers block to an end, and since she had become his muse he had become a writer of bodice ripping romances which had proved to be an occupation which suited him very well indeed.

And it suited him in many ways, but the main benefit was that he was able to work at home, so he had no tedious commute every day and his working day was flexible to the point that some days he didn’t write at all.

This afforded him the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone or even taking a day out to go fishing.

However his muse was in her third year at the University of

Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford.

In the short time they had been together she had come to mean everything to him so in the final weeks of the year he did something that rocked her world, he asked her to marry him, and she said yes.

 

Since the day of the proposal they hadn’t really had a chance to talk much about the engagement and setting a date for the wedding, Owen had publishing deadlines and Juliana was busy with assignments that needed to be in by Christmas, so the opportunity hadn’t arisen.

Despite that they were quite chilled about the whole thing and wouldn’t have thought it a very high priority had it not been for her mum Lavinia who had been acting like a thing possessed.

She had gone into total wedding planner mode and kept pestering the two of them for details.

So when she arrived home at the beginning of December she suggested they go back to his cottage, partly to escape her mum, but as the house was empty it would be the perfect opportunity to discuss the big event and make the important decisions without any interruptions.

So that was how they came to be sitting in the lounge talking about the wedding.

“Church?” he asked

“St Jane’s of course” she replied

“Agreed” he said and wrote it down

“Reception?” he asked

“The Clayton Manor” she replied

“Good choice” he agreed and added that to the list

“When?” he asked

“I don’t know about you but I thought it would be nice to do it on the anniversary of us getting together” she suggested

“I don’t remember when that was” he said scratching his head

“Well you remember the day you took advantage of me and stole my innocence” she stated

“I think you might be miss remembering the occasion Miss Molesworth” he told her

“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was an innocent until you got your grubby hands me”

“The way I remember it I didn’t have to take anything” he corrected her “you offered it to me on a plate”

“That’s not how it was at all,” she said giving him a playful punch

“The way I remember it, YOU seduced me,” Owen said

“I did not,” she said laughing and punched him again

After a couple of minutes of them both giggling he said

“I understand what you’re saying now, you want us to get married next year on the nearest Saturday to the day you seduced me” he said adding it to the list

“Yes” she said “two years from the day you first forced yourself on me”

“Ok you speak to the Clayton Manor about booking the hotel” Owen said “and I’ll go down and speak to the Vicar about St Jane’s”

“That’s settled then” she said and moved in very close to him, “Can we do some canoodling now”

“I think that’s what you had in mind all the time” he said “you didn’t want to discuss the wedding at all, there’s no hope for you is there?, you’re throwing yourself at me again”

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” she asked

“Oh alright then” he said and his kissed his darling muse.

Thursday, 14 July 2022

Downshire Diary – (68) The Ginger Amazonian Surprise

 

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 our story begins considerably further south in the Finchbottom Vale although the players in this tale come from every corner of the county.

 

A group of University friends were camping at the Eastern end of the Finchbottom Vale, on the Maxlins camp site in Sharpinghead that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his draconian cuts.

The campsite was attached to Maxlin’s Holiday Camp and although the campgrounds were nothing to do with Maxlin’s, all those attending did have day passes to use some of the amenities.

 

They were just spending a week relaxing before they returned to Abbottsford University for their 3rd year.

One of them was Sean Hallows who was a rather ordinary looking lad, a bit of a bean pole with scruffy blonde hair and a bad complexion, the only remarkable thing about him was his heart. 

 

He had to return to his tent one morning after breakfast because he had forgotten his phone.

“Get my sunnies while youre there” his girlfriend Daisy said

“Ok” he retorted and set off at pace. 

They were about ten minutes walk frrom the food hall but with his great long strides he did it in five and he went to Daisy’s tent first and went inside without hesitation as he knew where she kept her sun glasses.

But as soon as he got inside he stopped dead in his tracks as her best friend Katie Bell was still in the tent, though not still in her sleeping bag, in fact she wasn’t in very much at all really.

She was kneeling down, facing the flaps, pulling a T-shirt over her head, apart from that she was only wearing her underwear.

Sean stood motionless by the opening spellbound by the vision of the girl he had been in love with for almost a year.

She was a big Ginger Amazon of a girl almost as tall as he was, long limbed, busty and beautiful, well he certainly thought so, which was why when he came upon her in a state of near undress he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and there was a lot of her to look at.

Katie hadnt noticed him at first as her long ginger locks had fallen across her face but when she did she made no attempt to cover herself and chose instead to glare at him.

“Sorry” he said still staring at the expanses of pale naked flesh “Sorry I didn’t know you were here”

“Well you do now” she pointed out

“Sorry” he said again

“Not sorry enough to look away though” Katie said

“Sorry” he repeated and stopped staring at her long enough to find Daisy’s sunnies and then he went out the way he came still appologizing as he went.

 

He was breathing hard and his cheeks were burning with embarassment by the time he got inside his tent where he quickly found his phone and was just about to leave when he was suddenly kneeling face to face with the ginger amazon, Katie.

He jumped when he saw her kneeling there and he was flustered again and his cheeks burned red a fresh.
“I really am sorry” he said but her attention was elsewhere

“I really am sorry Katie”
“Its ok” she said “I’m not cross, I can easily understand that my lovely naked bod could easily make you spy”

“I didn’t spy, honestly Katie” he exclaimed

“So why are you so red?” She asked curiously still staring at him, making him uncomfortable and enjoying it, and under her quizzical gaze he replied quietly

“Because of what I saw” he confessed

“So you’re red because you spied on me?” she mused

“I didn’t spy” he said “I didn’t know you were there”

“But you did look didn’t you?” she asked

“Yes” he replied uncomfortably

“So do you make a habit of staring at half naked innocent young girls?” she quizzed
“No of course not”

“But you did stare at me didn’t you?” she added

“Yes”

“So if you don’t make a habit of it why did you do it today?” she asked and for the first time during the exchange felt nervous herself

“You of course” he said

“What about me?” she asked expectant of the answer

“Everything” he confessed

“What do you mean?” she asked innocently and felt her cheeks colour up

“I like everything about you” he replied

“Details?” she demanded

“Your gorgeous ginger hair, your lovely face and your sweet smile” he admitted

“But you weren’t looking at my hair or my face” she pointed out

“No I wasn’t” he admitted “I was looking at your long legs and your alabaster skin”

“And?” she prompted

“Your hips, your bum, your flat belly and your breasts” he concluded and she smiled

“And what were you thinking about while you stared at me?” she asked

“The same thing I always think about”

“And what’s that?” she asked and the moment the words left her lips he grabbed her by the lapels and pulled her into the tent and onto her back.

“I was thinking” he said as he half lay on top of her

“What it would be like to hold you in my arms and kiss you”

“Stop thinking about it and do it then” she exclaimed softly and his lips touched gently onto hers.

 

When they got back to the food hall Daisy was waiting for him with an unhappy expression on her face

“Where have you two been?” she demanded

“Well first of all I couldn’t find my phone” he explained “and then I forgot where you keep your sunnies”

“And whats your story?” she asked Katie

“Well I was helping Sean to rembember stuff” she said

Downshire Diary – (67) Heatherlands – While the Doctor’s Away

 

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 our story begins slightly further south equidistant between Nettlefield and the Oxley’s, in the beautiful village of Heathervale.

 

When Chris Palmer moved to Nettlefield from Purplemere following a very acrimonious divorce he had sworn off women for good.

But he was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and was possessed of piercing blue eyes, so he didn’t go unnoticed.

 

His reason for moving to Nettlefield in particular, over all the other places he might have chosen either in Downshire or beyond, was the Heatherlands District Health Centre.

It was a large practise that serviced a large area, covering Nettlefield itself, Oxley Green, Heathervale, Oxley Ridge and Tipton and Chris had been fortunate enough to land the job as practice manager and he also found himself a nice little flat in Nettlefield.

 

The senior partner, and Chris’s boss, at the Health Centre was Dr Clarisse Lowe, a tall statuesque woman who dressed in tweed, with Chestnut hair, a voluptuous figure, lovely long legs and a generous frontage, who was in her mid-forties and was just the kind of woman Chris would have fallen for in his previous life.

 

Clarisse had been married to Edward Lowe, who had been an eminent surgeon in Downshire, he had also been twenty years older when he married her and he had two children from his first marriage, Josie being the oldest.

The marriage was a happy one but only lasted five years because Edward died suddenly on the Tipton Twelve Trees Golf course after suffering a heart attack.

 

She had been a widow for 10 years when Chris arrived in her life, her widowhood had left her lonely but also afraid of risking her heart on someone who might end that loneliness

But apart from the fact that she had vowed not to risk her broken heart again she also had instigated a policy at the practise forbidding fraternisation between members of staff, so even if she were so inclined toward Chris she wouldn’t be disposed to go against her own edict.

But the heart wants what the heart wants which was why two people who despite their reluctance to expose themselves to love again and who were very definitely not looking for a relationship, let alone love, found it anyway.

 

And as a bi-product of the loving relationship between her and Chris, Clarisse scrapped the “No Fraternizing policy” which meant that the surgical gloves were off in regard to work place relationships which was just what the doctor ordered for 35 year old practice nurse, Josie Minter, a skinny blonde girl who was the step daughter of Senior partner Clarisse Lowe.

 

However although she was given the green light at Easter she couldn’t find anyone she liked sufficiently to surrender her heart to either inside or outside the practise.

Not, that is, until the Christmas party.

 

The Heatherlands District Health Centre staff Christmas Party was held at The Foothills Hotel in Oxley Ridge.

Senior partner Clarisse had been married to Edward Lowe, who had been an eminent surgeon in Downshire, he had also been twenty years older when he married her and he had two children from his first marriage, Josie being the oldest.

The marriage was a happy one but only lasted five years because Edward died suddenly on the Tipton Twelve Trees Golf course after suffering a heart attack.

On his death however he had left her extremely well off so at Christmas Clarisse always laid on transport for those who had to get back for baby sitters after the part or alternatively they could stay overnight at the Hotel.

 

It was at the Christmas party where Josie finally met a man worthy of her love.

Clarisse was hosting the party and was attending with boyfriend Chris Palmer who had brought along his younger brother Darren to be his plus one. 

Darren was five years younger than his brother and he shared his good looks, physique and short sandy hair and possessed the same blue eyes and skinny blonde Practice nurse, Josie Minter, felt for him instantly and him for her.

 

She really liked him from the first moment she saw him, but she just stood rooted to the spot, just staring at him if she hadn’t liked him so much she wouldn’t have been so mesmerised, but it had been a while since she had fancied anyone, and she was desperately trying to think how to proceed.

Chris smiled as he noticed Josie standing open mouthed then he could see who she was looking at transfixed, so he went to her aid and said

“Come on Josie come and meet my kid brother”

And when the introductions were done Darren asked

“Would you like to dance?”

“Oh yes” she replied

Darren took her hand and led her to the dance floor and they stayed there until just before midnight.

They danced through 10cc, James Blunt, Barbara Streisand, Whitney Houston, Fleetwood Mac and numerous others, but then clumsy Peter Butler fell over his own feet and sprained his ankle and Chris tapped Darren on the shoulder.

“Come on bro” Chris said “Give me a hand”

“Ok” he replied and reluctantly relinquished his hold on Josie and the spell was broken.

And although he returned ten minutes later the pace of the musical offerings had changed and there was no return to the dancing.

 

Although Darren returned from his mission of mercy ten minutes after he had to leave her on the dancefloor the pace of the musical offerings had changed and there was no return to the dancing.

However there was quite an extended period of flirty conversation and a rather clumsy form of goodnight kiss and the promise of a future meal or trip to the cinema.

 

In the weeks that followed Josie dancing at the Christmas party with Darren Palmer she had been able to think of little else, but for all that come New Year’s Eve she still hadn’t heard from him .

As one of the practice nurses at Heatherlands she was kept very busy over the Christmas period but she still had time to think and those thought tended to stray to the night of the Christmas party.

She thought they had hit it off and she really had thought he would have called her sooner rather than later.

At the height of her despondency, or should that be the depth, she spoke to Chris.

She had wanted to ask him after the first couple of days but she had been putting it off and putting it off because she didn’t want to appear desperate, but by Christmas Eve she was desperate, but speaking with Chris soon put her mind at ease.

She knew from her conversation with Darren on the night of the party that he was a medical assistant with the Downshire Light Infantry, but what she didn’t know, and more significantly nor did Darren, was that the next day they had the first of a series of medivac exercises at various locations around the county.     

 

On the morning of New Year’s Eve she watched Clarisse and Chris drive away from the house as they were to drive down to Abbottsford for a party which meant she would be seeing the New Year in on her own.

She wasn’t able to attend a party herself that year as she was working the next day, so she planned a quiet evening and the time hung heavy all day, until just before 7 o’clock when her phone rang. 

She picked it up off the table and saw it was an unknown number and pressed answer

“Hello”

“Josie?” a voice asked

“Speaking”

“Hi it’s Darren Palmer”

“Oh hi Darren” she responded and began fiddling with her hair

“I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner but…” he began

“It’s ok Chris explained” she interrupted

“He did? That’s great” he said “well I was wondering if we could get together tonight”

“I would love to” she said “But…”

“But?”

“But I can’t, because I’m working tomorrow”

“So am I, so I wasn’t suggesting any serious partying” he said “but I would like to see you”

 

An hour later he drove into the village of Heathervale and parked on the drive of Josie’s home.

He knocked firmly on the door and waited and a few moments later the door opened and a grinning face appeared from behind the door.