OUR LOVE SPLINTERED

 

Our love splintered

Shard by shard

Almost unnoticed

Until it finally shattered

BEYOND YOU

 

Beyond you

I have no interest

Our courtship

Makes me complete

I waste no breath

On the mundane

I breathe only for you

Beyond you

I have no interest

I see you only,

Through laughing eyes

With my tunnel vision

I have no interest

In seeing the world

I see you alone

IF NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR LOVE

 

If not for you and your love

I would have no life, no existence

Beyond loneliness, if not for your love

I would have no reason to breathe

Snippets of Downshire Life – National Hug a News Person Day

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 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.

To the south and east was an extensive tract of magnificent mixed forestry and was rivalled only by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.

Renowned Downshire Poet, James Willard and his older brother John were staying at the White Hart pub in the village of Springwater for a few days, it was his brother’s idea, a short break in the Pepperstock Hills, a change of pace and some R&R, but it was John who needed it most as he was a TV News Reader and needed to go somewhere where he might be able to take a walk without being pestered by people want to take a selfie.

James wasn’t particularly sympathetic and paraphrased Oscar Wilde and said

“The only thing worse than being asked to take a selfie is not being asked to take a selfie”

 

They were both from the quaint country village of Applesford, with adjoining Cottages which backed on to a quiet stretch of the Downshire Navigation, part of the canal network which ran between Nettlefield in the north, down through Millmoor and the Oakhams to Northchapel, Abbeyvale and then to its most southerly point, Abbottsford, where it again headed north, this time to Childean, Purplemere and Finchbottom where it joined the River Finch.

 

James did sugest that a barge trip would have been eqally relaxing but thankfully he didn’t listen, and that was something that would later on prove to be a very significance decision in their lives. 

Because on their first night at the White Hart they met sisters Eugenia and Maria Marquez, who it turned out were also from Applesford, and irony of that first meeting was that they asked John if they could have a selfie.

 

The four of them hit it off right from the start and decided as they were all there to enjoy the wonderful scenery they might just as well do it together.

So after breakfast the next day they set off and got their first proper look of the delights of the village and its environs and they climbed up into the foot hills, and everything was proceeding nicely until the weather closed in and they were forced back down to the safety of the White Hart where they remained for the rest of the day and the day after.

 

Perhaps because they were all around the thirty mark the four of them got on well and as a result they had enjoyed their confinement at the White Hart where James fell in love with Maria.

 

James and Eugenia also liked each other but for the them the path to romance was more of a slow burn, in fact it hadn’t ignited beyond an ember by the time their short holiday was over, but unlike most holiday flirtations it didn’t end with the holiday because they all lived in the same village, and because James and Maria were a couple John and Eugenia continued to come in to each other’s orbits over and over again in the two weeks following James and Maria’s courtship.

 

Eugenia and Maria lived together in what was once the family home but on Saturday night they were in James’ cottage for a curry and wine evening and after the curry was long gone, as were three bottles of wine, the conversation got onto birthdays or to be more precise Eugenia’s birthday.

“It’s Gen’s birthday next week” Maria said “A significant birthday”

“Thanks sis” she rebuked

“Oh really?” John said “And if it’s not indelicate to ask, which one” 

“The big three zero” she confessed

“Well I would never have guessed” he said gallantly

“Flatterer” she retorted

“Well don’t look at it in terms that you’re going to be 30, think of it more as turning 20 – 10” John said kindly and touched her hand

“I myself am 20 – 11”

Maria was watching her sister throughout the exchange and when Eugenia smiled at him.

 

Another wine bottle bit the dust but rather than open another one they thought it more prudent to call it a night.

John helped Eugenia to her feet and Maria said

“Wait for me while I find my bag”

“No rush” John said “I can walk Gen home, if you want to stay a bit longer”

“Oh ok” Maria said “Thank you”

 

The next morning, at first light Maria crept up the stair to her room and just reached her bedroom in time to see Eugenia’s door open and John tiptoe out.

“Well that’s taking “National Hug a News Person Day” to the extreme” she thought and then slipped into her bed and slept a guilt free sleep.

Snippets of Downshire Life – Holy Week – Easter Sunday

The Finchbottom Vale nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, and to the east 15 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between the seaside resort and Pepperstock Green was the rambling village of Brookley and at its heart was St Mildred’s Church.

The villager’s spiritual needs were met by its vicar Rev Cecil Payne who lived at the adjacent vicarage with his wife Lily and their six unmarried daughters, Chrissie, Daniela, Hazel, Heather, Katie and Elise.

Cecil and Lily loved their children very much but as they reached the time in their lives when they were nearing their sixties and they had expectations for their daughters.

For Lily her hopes involved the grandchildren that were not forthcoming whereas Cecil just wanted them to spread their wings, but as Easter loomed, there was no sign of either of them getting their wish, but the power of prayer was a wonderful thing and both parents prayed for their daughters. 

The youngest of whom were twins, and the youngest of them, by two minutes was Elise.

They were not identical twins, but she and Katie were as alike as made no difference.

 

Anyone who looked at Elise Payne would have seen that she was one of the most popular girls at college and not just because she was gorgeous, even though she was, her face had a shape and symmetry that was very easy on the eye and her figure was to die for.

Although there were girls who were more classically beautiful than her they didn’t have any of the character of Elise’s.

Her silky red hair shone and shimmered as she moved her head and her brown eyes bore into your soul when you met their gaze.

As if her unique beauty was not enough she was also athletic, artistic, intelligent and sexy, but it was her personality and inherent goodness that put her head and shouldered above the competition.

Everyone, boy or girl that ever met her fell instantly in love with her, but Sunday School leader Calvin Peat had been in love with her since before she blossomed.

However, despite all the attention Elise managed to keep everyone of her admirers at bay, which led to the rumours that she was in fact gay.

Calvin never believed that for a moment and he had known her longer than anyone at college because he was the boy next door and he had lived there since she was three and they had been best friends since the beginning.

But when she was invited to the seventeenth birthday party of another of the cool girls, he was still extremely surprised to get an invitation from Elise to be her plus one, even though they had been friends since nursery school.

However, having established that Elise was one of the popular group, Calvin was in no uncertain terms, not.

He was not athletic, artistic, sexy or cool, they did have a keen intelligence in common and he was bound for the University of Downshire to study Theology, with teaching being his ultimate goal.

But under normal circumstances, friendship and intelligence aside, it was a surprise that one of the popular girls would want to invite a Theology geek to one of her friend’s 17th birthday party on the afternoon of Easter Sunday.

 

The party was in one of the grander houses at the other end of Brookley from the Church, and it was ostentatiously decorated and a bit gaudy, and there were a lot of guests, it was one of those big flashy parties with an abundance of superficial friends.

It was not really Elise’s kind of thing as she was never a flashy person, once they got there they soon separated themselves from the main throng and had their own private party in a quiet corner and found six likeminded friends to join them one was Elise’s twin Katie, who was also one of the popular girls, and three others who they had also been friends with since nursery school, Danny Perry, and his cousins Roy and Susan Peach.

 

Their party was a great success, with Roy keeping up the supply of wine which they drank liberally as they reminisced about their shared history and they laughed until they cried.

When they left the party propper and got to the end of the road,  they split up, Katie was going back to Susans and Roy went off with Danny so they had the usual hugs and kisses on the pavement and then went their seperate ways.

 

As they walked through the village, the slightly tipsy Elise had her arm through Calvins and he said

“I had a really great time” 

“Yeh, me too” she replied

“Wasn’t it great to get the six of us together again?”

“We should do it more often” Clavin suggested

““We” should get together more often” Elise said

“What just the two of us?” he asked

“Yeh” she said coyly

“Just you and the geek?” he asked with surprise

“You’re not a geek” she said defensively “And anyway even if you were that wouldn’t stop me fancying you” she said.
“You fancy me?” Calvin asked pointing at himself
“Didn't you know?” she asked, and he shook his head
“What about you?” she asked shyly

“Do you fancy me?”

“I don’t know about fancying you” he said, and she was clearly crestfallen for a second

“But I’ve been in love with you since we were 7 if that counts”

“You pig” she said and laughed before she kissed him softy on the lips, which led to the most wonderful spine tingling embrace that seemed to last forever.

When it ended she looked at him with her soulful eyes and smiled the most loving smile.

He returned her smile and wanted to say something fitting for the moment but in truth he was lost for words.

“Wow” she said beating him to the punch and then she giggled and ran off up the Church Road and shouted over her shoulder

“You’ll have to marry me now”

 

Uncanny Love Tales – (034) The Girl in the Easter Dress

Easter was fast approaching, another significant event in the calendar that held no fond memories for him.

Steve Berry had grown up with a dislike for all family orientated occasion, New Years, Easter, Halloween, Guy Fawkes Night and especially Christmas with all its nauseating jollity and faux fun.

Unlike most of the people he knew he had no happy memories to anesthetise him against those occasions.

His parents were alcoholics and from a very early age he had learned to fend for himself and most of his childhood memories of the big holidays he would rather have forgotten.

That was until Holly Davis opened his eyes to new possibilities and he realised that Christmas and other holidays could also magnify joy and that life was full of wonderful possibilities, and as they lay in each other’s arms in the early hours of New Year’s Day, having just made love for the first time, Holly proposed that they run the Pig and Whistle together.

Despite his first doubtful thoughts, when he thought it may just have been post coital exuberance on her part, Steve agreed, based on the way the two of them had worked together through the Christmas period.

 

When he returned to his day job on January 5^th his first action was to hand in his notice, much to the annoyance of his employers and the consternation of his co-workers, and his second action was to put his flat on the market.

Some of his friends suggested that he was burning his bridges whereas Steve believed he was merely following his heart.

Holly was buying the pub from her Uncle Phil, who sadly would not be around much longer, but even allowing for the discounted price he was asking, she could only just afford it with the sale of her house and virtually all of her savings, which didn’t allow her any extra for the improvements she wanted to make.

She could of course take out a mortgage for what she needed but she didn’t really want to begin with a debt.

Holly had no idea Steve had put his flat up for sale, in fact Holly didn’t even know if he owned his own flat, it wasn’t until the beginning of February when he said

“I have officially burned my bridges”

“What do you mean Hon?” She said

“I am now unemployed and homeless”

He said and handed her the written offer on his flat

“What are you saying?” Holly asked

“Our nest Egg” he said

“Are you sure?”

“All or nothing” he said

So, Steve and Holly became partners in the Pig and Whistle, and they sealed the deal in what had become their customary manner.

 

The Pig and Whistle had once been the Railway Hotel, up until the second world war when the Station was bombed out of existence.

In the post war years when the new station was built, it was inexplicably sited a mile away from its Hotel.

The Hotel was then sold off after nationalization and renamed.

It was ideally situated close enough to town to benefit from foot traffic but far enough away from the hot spots to avoid the weekend binge drinkers.

There was another hidden benefit of their location which would not be discovered until much later.

There were significant improvements made to the exterior of the building by Phil’s predecessor, upvc soffits, guttering and double glazing were installed as well as a number of others in fact it was improved to such an extent that they ran out of money, which was how Phil got it so cheap.

He and his wife Pat had big plans for the place but when she died suddenly the light went from his world as did his purpose for existing and he rather lost interested in the pub.

“So where do we start?” Holly said

“The roof” he replied

There was some remedial work required to the chimneys and some slates had been displaced in the winter storms.

“We can claim for the storm damage on Phil’s insurance and while they are up there, they can do the chimneys” he said

“Excellent” she said “That will save us a bit”

“And then we should complete the kitchen extension and the Conservatory” Steve said

Phil and Pat had applied for planning permission before she died but it would run out in April, so the clock was running in that regard but Abbeyvale conservatories were keen to finish the job they had started more than a year earlier.

In fact, they were so keen Steve was able to negotiate a reduction on the installation cost.

So that was all set-in motion and then they turned their attention to the interior.

 

Holly had worked in hospitality since she was at college and of all the things she had learned, the one that stood out for her was not to put all your eggs in one basket, you had to diversify but equally don’t try to be all things to all men.

It was an old pub with a big open bar, Holly wanted to reinstate the old layout and return it to three separate bars.

The lounge bar for the conversational drinkers, a TV bar for the sports fans and a games room for darts, pool etc. and then the conservatory would be for the diners.

“I bow to your superior knowledge of hospitality Holl” he said “I’m just a bean counter, and as such I can say that it would be a relatively small outlay to replace the internal walls and it will be less expensive in the long run to heat three small spaces than one large”

“So, is that a yes then?” Holly teased

 

It was essential they started getting customers through the door so they couldn’t afford to have the pub closed for any length of time.

A pub the size of the Pig and Whistle would haemorrhage money at an alarming rate with the doors closed.

They wouldn’t be able to pay the staff and so they would have to find other work and then you’ve lost your experienced workforce.

Holly decided they wouldn’t close for any longer than was necessary for the refurbishment.

So, they closed for two days for the builders to put in the stud walls between the bars and closed the lounge bar for one week to decorate.

Then a week later they closed the TV bar for a week and repeated the process for the games room.

So, by the middle of March all three bars had been decorated and re-carpeted plus the Conservatory was complete and ready for use. 

 

The repairs and renovations, plus some new fixtures and fittings cost them just under half of their nest egg, which they were exceedingly pleased with, but they knew that if they didn’t get a steady trade through the door the remainder would be eaten up just in running costs.

They could put on novelty nights like Pub quizzes, or a clairvoyant doing readings, open mic comedy nights, poetry slams and the like but they planned to steer clear of live music or DJ’s, Holly thought they were more trouble than they were worth in the long run.

Also, they had to make the most of the annual special occasions, all those dates in the calendar that Steve had a phobia about in fact, but they had just missed out on St Patrick’s Day.

However, gimmicks only got you so far, the bread and butter patrons needed a reason to come back for the rest of the time.

The food would certainly help with that, especially with the conservatory.

It was midway through March when Holly and Steve sat down to catch their collective breaths, one evening on the patio in the pub garden.

“You know what’s next?” Holly said

“Another drink” Steve said hopefully

“The Garden” she said bleakly

It would have been more appropriately called the jungle.

It had been largely neglected not only by Phil but by his predecessors as well because the extent of the growth had occurred over more than a generation.

As luck would have it there were three regulars who drank at the pub, the Beaumont brothers, who were proper old country boys and the jungle was right up their street.

 

When they approached the Beaumont’s, they gladly picked up the gauntlet and they and various other members of the family pitched up the next day and got straight down to it and by the end of the second day they had made great progress and as they sat down to an end of day pint Steve asked

“How’s it going?”

He hadn’t anticipated it would take that long with such a large crew and his bean counters brain was doing cartwheels

“Another day clearing” Kenny Beaumont said “But you can at least get down to the River now”

“River?” he said, “What river?”

“The Trott” Old George replied

Just at that moment Holly stepped out from the Conservatory

“Did you know the garden backed onto a River?” Steve asked

“No” she replied with surprise

“Well it’s there Missy” Old George said and chuckled

“Well we’d better go and have a look then” She said to Steve and took his hand, pulling him to his feet.

It was a much longer walk than they anticipated, the pub garden which they thought was huge to begin with was almost three times bigger than it appeared to be before the Beaumont’s got to work.

In fact, it was bigger than either of them had anticipated and the great bonus was that the garden led down to a section of the river Trott, only accessible from the pub garden.

Holly and Steve didn’t even realise they were that close to the river

“Wow” Holly said as they stood on the bank

“Ka-ching” Steve responded

“Spoken like a true bean counter” Holly said and laughed

 

It was Easter Sunday and the first major occasion since the refurb was completed.

When the Beaumont’s had finished clearing the pub garden there were quite a few large areas of bare earth which needed to be turfed in order for them to make the best use of the garden and the newfound view of the river.

And a month later it had taken sufficiently to take a light cut and the overall effect wasn’t bad at all, viewed from the patio.

The improvements to the beer garden would bring great rewards with summer just around the corner.

 

It wasn’t quite an uninterrupted view of the river, as they thought it expedient to have a small wicket fence put up to separate the garden from the running water and thus prevent small children venturing to close and being washed away.

Holly had arranged an Easter Egg hunt straight after church, they had invited the children from the local area via Sunday Schools, cubs, brownies and primary schools, the idea being the children would come along for the egg hunt and their parents would spend over the bar and buy from the BBQ.

Holly and the other girls had been out that morning and hidden the cream eggs and every child who took part would get a ticket for the Easter Egg raffle.

It was an excellent turn out in the April sunshine and there were so many children they had to go out in groups, the youngest went first.

“Ok Children, only six eggs each” Holly said dressed in a pink puffy dress and a flowered Easter bonnet. “One…Two…Three…Go”

And off they went in all directions like marbles in a game.

Steve was down by the fence making sure none of them reached the water’s edge and he watched the beautiful girl in the Easter dress amidst the mayhem laughing as the children raced around her, and he knew at that moment without any shadow of doubt that he was in love with her.

 

When all the children had their eggs everyone repaired inside for the big draw, this was tactically delayed to allow the adult’s time to recharge their glasses and it was in the bar after the last prize was won and presented that Steve stepped forward and called.

“Could I just have your attention for a moment?”

The assembled crowd hushed and turned their gaze on him, and he continued

“I would just like to take this opportunity to thank our lovely hostess Holly for putting on such a fun activity today”

A round of applause rippled around in response.

“And I would like to present her with this special gift”

And Steve handed her with great aplomb, a handmade Easter egg which she quickly unwrapped

“It’s lovely” she said, “Thank you” and then she kissed him.

“Read the instructions” he instructed

On the egg was a handwritten card which read

“Must be opened upon receipt”

So, Holly placed the egg on the table and obediently untied the ribbon holding the two halves of the egg together, and as they separated it revealed inside, where the handmade chocolates should have been, a small square box.

She handed the egg to Steve and opened the box to reveal that it contained a small Ceylon sapphire ring that he had bought in a local antique shop.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” she asked quietly

“I don’t know, do you think it means I want to marry you?” Steve said

“Yes” she said

“Good because that’s exactly what it means” he replied

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed and the whole place was in uproar.

THE GIRL IN THE ONE-PIECE DRESS

 

The girl in the one-piece dress

Figure hugging

Seamless and crease free

Smooth and fluid

A curvy lass

No bones showed through

Everything moved in unison

Smooth as liquid silk

In fact, the contents of that dress

Seemed not to be a solid

So fluid was the movement