Wednesday 1 June 2022

Downshire Diary – (04) Dating Dorcas

 

Following Ben Overton and Dorcas Fox-Martin’s unusual first date back in June on the Tree Top Trail in Dancingdean Forest, Dorcas and he had spent a lot of time together on the full range of more conventional dates, country walks, museums, art galleries, pubs, restaurant’s, cinemas and bowling alleys.

Over which time they had gotten to know each other very well and he discovered that quite apart from being gorgeous, which was plain to everyone, she was also witty, intelligent, sensitive, loving and a totally rubbish bowler, even worse than him.

As the weeks went they virtually became inseparable which was why at the beginning of August on a bright Friday morning they were driving along the Pepperstock Express Way on their way to celebrate, Cambridge Professor, Uncle Herbert’s 60th birthday by which time Dorcas and Ben were well and truly a couple.

It was to be a full on family weekend, which was something they did rather, but even by his families standards this one was to be even more special because this was one of the rarest of occasions when absolutely everyone would be in attendance.

Apart from the birthday boy Herbert and his wife Alexandra, there was his elder brother Edgar, Ben’s eldest sister Abi and her husband Bijs, who were coming over from Holland, his younger brother Danny and his girlfriend Siti, who were driving down from the Millmoor, baby sister Helen, hubby Mark and baby Connor who were a few hundred yards ahead of them on the motorway and his Mum and Dad who were about 50 miles behind them, despite the fact that they left home in convoy, because Ben’s Dad never broke the speed limit.

 

Although Dorcas was a longtime friend of his sister Helen, she didn’t know all the players involved in the weekend’s events and was a little apprehensive about meeting them all, so on the journey he filled in any blanks in her knowledge of them.

“Have you met Abi before?” he asked as they approached the junction for Finchbottom.

“Not really” she replied “She was in the back of your Dads car once, I think she was on her way back to Uni, but I didn’t meet her exactly”

It was hardly surprising really as she never really came home again after Uni.

Abigail met Bijs at University and went out to Southern Holland almost as soon as they graduated.

Now they both worked at the City Hall in S-Hertogenbosch and lived a few miles away in Rosmalen and only got back to the UK once in a while.

“You know Danny though” he said as Helen’s car took the exit for Finchbottom and the Dulcets.

“Yes but then he is nearer my own age” she said

“And he asked me out once”

“I didn’t know that” Ben said with surprise

“I said no” she assured me

“I’m pleased to hear it” he retorted

“How come we never met?” he asked

“I don’t know” Dorcas said thoughtfully “Just my good fortune I suppose”

“Bloody cheek” he said as she laughed hysterically

 

After his sister exited the Express Way he and Dorcas stayed on and head for Pepperstock bay and the ferry terminal.

Forty five minutes after parting company with Helen they rejoined the Expressway at the Pepperstock Bay end with Ben’s sister Abi and her husband on board and they were still making better time than his Mum and Dad.   

With the introductions done and Dorcas thoroughly interrogated by Abi they made steady progress towards the Dulcets.

“You’ll like Uncle Herbert” Abi said either to Dorcas or Bijs, Ben wasn’t sure which

“He’s Professor of Medieval Studies at Cambridge University” Ben said proudly

“Just like CS Lewis” Dorcas contributed

“That’s right” he said surprised “How on earth did you know that?”

“Well I’m not just a pretty face” she said

“Clearly” he concurred

“He’s at Magdalene College” Abi continued

“Also like Lewis” Dorcas responded

“Have you been swatting?” Ben asked suspiciously

“No I’m just a big fan” she replied

“Of Lewis or my Uncle?” he asked with a smile

“He is also a wit” Abi added

“A raconteur, a lay preacher and an all-round good egg” Abi and Ben said in unison and laughed, as it was a well-worn phrase often quoted by the family in relation to Uncle Herbert.

Bijs and Dorcas looked on in bemusement.

 

When they reached Dulcet-on-Willow Ben drove onto the driveway of chez Cush, more formally known as Willow House, just before one o’clock and Ben took a moment to take in the familiar vista before he took Dorcas inside to do the introductions.

Edgar, the elder of the Cush brothers still lived in the ancestral pile built by Ben’s great great great grandfather at the height of the industrial revolution as a country retreat.

Dulcet-on-Willow was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

Willow House had featured prominently throughout Ben’s life, where all the family gatherings had taken place, and he wanted very much to feature in Dorcas’s future.

It was not a particularly esthetically pleasing structure but it was typically Victorian and it held fond memories for Ben.

The harshness of its hard lines had been somewhat softened over the years by the matured sympathetic planting which blended it into the unfussy landscape of the Vale where many a long summer holiday had been spent.

 

At the time Ben was remembering the past the birthday boy Herbert was still at Cambridge University about to depart for the weekend, but Edgar had a light lunch prepared for the guests which they ate on the terrace.

They had just finished when Ben’s, Mum and Dad arrived followed shortly by Danny and Siti.

“Well better late than never” Ben said

“I thought we made good time” his Dad replied

“Not you Dad” he responded “You’re actually early, I was talking to desperate Dan”

“I have just one thing to say to you bruv” Dan said punching him on the arm

“Finchbottom contra flow”

Enough said everyone concurred.

 

After lunch as they had a couple of hours to kill, there was some debate as to how they should spend the time, but in the end they left the oldies and the baby to doze on the terrace and set off for a walk along the river on a route that the Overton’s had taken many times before.

What began with a huddled chattering group eventually spread out into a ragged strand.

Danny and Ben were at the back about 20 yards astern of Dorcas and Siti who appeared to be getting on like a house on fire.

Danny and Siti lived in Millmoor where he was an Estate agent and she was a primary school teacher so he didn’t get to see him as often as he’d like.

It was only on one of the mass family gatherings that they were able to catch up, they spoke on the phone regularly but that wasn’t quite the same so they wanted to make the most of the time they had.

“I have a question for you bruv” Danny said

“What’s that mate?”

“How the hell did you, of all people, manage to snatch up a little gem like Dorcas?” Danny asked in utter disbelief

“Well she obviously fell for my charm” Ben said smugly

“You don’t have any charm” his brother pointed out

“Au contraire” Ben said “I clearly ooze charm”

“You ooze something” Dan retorted “I thought she had better taste than that”

“Dorcas has excellent taste” Ben said

“She knocked me back you know?” Dan said in disbelief

“I know” he replied

“Turned me down flat” he continued

“Which just goes to prove she does have good taste” Ben said and then Danny tried to push him in the river.

The commotion caused the girls to turn around to see what they were up to and they both gave their respective other halves a look that said

“Just behave yourselves” so they returned to their previous positions and smiled then Ben whispered

“You know you’ve got yourself a good one in Siti”

“I know” he said smugly

 

About half an hour later we were in sight of Dulcet on Brooke and Abi shouted back from her place in the vanguard.

“PUNTS”

And in response Danny and Ben started jogging towards her.

“What’s going on” Dorcas said with alarm

“Were going punting” he said and took her hand and they ran hand in hand along the path

“But I’ve never punted” she exclaimed

The reason for all the excitement was that because of all the summers spent by the River a disproportionate amount of time was spent Punting on the River Willow.

The Willow was perfect for punting, shallow and slow moving, and it was appropriate that punting was a tradition in the family as it was Edwin and Herbert’s father who brought the punts to the Willow from Cambridge in the 1930’s. 

 

They hired 4 punts and divided up into their respective couples, and apart from punting being a tradition, so was the competiveness.

 

The Overton’s and their respective partners hired 4 punts and divided up into their respective couples, and apart from punting being a tradition, so was the competiveness.

And when the Overton clan took to the water the object of the exercise was not to get wet.

They had all been in the river at one time or another over the years, some more than others, but when they were punting the winners were the ones who stayed dry.

 

One of the occupational hazards with punting was getting your pole stuck in the mud and if that happened you should just let it go, if that unfortunate situation arises then you stay with the punt and not with the pole, its simple really, or should be.

Now to say that the object of the exercise is to stay dry isn’t strictly true, what the object of the exercise actually was, was to get your opponents wet and once both occupants of a punt have been dunked then they can take no further part.

Now under normal circumstances hostilities wouldn’t begin until all craft were out of sight of the dock and the prying eyes of the boat keeper.

But on this occasion Bijs missed his footing and fell in the river without even setting foot onto his punt.

“God Bijs your whole country is below sea level” Danny shouted “you should be more at home on the water than any of us”

 

It wasn’t long before Abi, the least sea worthy of the Overton’s, succumbed to an early bath and the contest was down to 3 boats.

Once the flotilla had travelled sufficiently up stream so as to be out of sight of the boat station the hostilities could begin in earnest.

 

There had been a number of harmless skirmishes when Danny, who normally wins hands down, narrowly avoided a ramming by Helens punt only to find himself heading straight for a weeping willow.

Siti panicked and ran to the rear of the vessel and then she and Danny slid down the pole together.

During the ensuing laughter Mark and Ben collided, and the pair of them got dunked.

Dorcas stood up and laughed like a drain before she shouted

“Abandon ship” and jumped in and joined him.

“I’ll save you captain” she said and wrapped her arms around him as they stood in the cool water, Ben up to his thighs and Dorcas waist deep and they laughed in the summer sunshine, which was when he knew for certain sure that he had fallen in love with her.

As he stood in the waters of the Willow kissing his girlfriend, Helen noisily declared herself the winner.

She had never won before and she wouldn’t shut up about it on the walk back to the Cush’s so they picked her up threw her into the river.

Her last words before she hit the water were

“You can’t do that I’m a mother”

 

After the family Overton had done battle on the River Willow they squelched their way back along the river bank to Chez Cush in high spirits.  

As they got closer to the house they could hear a happy chatter and the sound of glasses chinking.

We walked around the side of the house towards the terrace and found the family gathered.

“Oh goodness you’re all wet” Mum said “You’re worse than you were when you were children”

“Aha the motley crew return” Uncle Herbert said jovially “Who won the Battle of the Willow?” 

“I did” Said Helen triumphantly as she squelched onto the terrace.

“So why are you dripping wet?” asked a bemused Uncle Edgar

“They threw me in river” said Helen indignantly

“Why did they do that?” Edgar enquired

“Because they’re mean” she replied, this information was greeted with raucous laughter and not with the wave of sympathy she had been expecting so she flounced off to get changed.

The rest of soggy group decided to have a drink on the terrace first.

During their absence a large white marquee had appeared on the lawn on the west side of the house in preparation of Uncle Herbert’s 60th Birthday party the next day.

 

Over the next hour everyone slowly drifted off in their ones and twos to get ready for the evening meal until there was only Dorcas and Ben left and they spent a romantic hour cuddling in the hammock watching the sun go down.

“This is nice” Ben said

“This is perfect” Dorcas corrected him

 

Ben was up early on Saturday morning, as was his Mum, there were only the two of them, and everyone else was sleeping in after the severe over indulgence at dinner the night before.

So they sat in the conservatory having breakfast and watched a procession of vans arrive on the drive and disgorge their various cargo into waiting hands who transported them to the marquee or its environs.

“What do you think of Dorcas?” Ben said suddenly, although his Mum had known her a lot longer than she had as she had been at school with Helen.

“She’s very nice dear” she replied as she stood up

“Of course she’s far too pretty for you to keep” she continued and left the room before he could respond.

““She’s far too pretty for me to keep” What on earth did she mean by that?” he thought to himself

 

Ben spent the rest of Saturday morning wondering what the hell his mum had meant by her remark, it was very cryptic.

Did she mean Dorcas was too pretty for him? Not good enough for him? Or too good for him?

Anyway the conclusion he reached was that he loved Dorcas Fox-Martin and he was going to keep her, end of story.

 

At two o’clock people started to arrive and the party slowly got going with the garden quickly filling with familiar faces.

Ben was appointed one of the “meeters and greeters” which was a great opportunity for him to introduce Dorcas to all and sundry.

After about an hour she went off to babysit Connor so Helen was free to mingle and he had a chance to catch up with old family friends and acquaintances but as a result he hardly saw Dorcas all afternoon and he really felt her absence.

 

As the evening gave way to dusk all but the hardiest of the guests had moved into the marquee where shortly before the band started their set Ben’s kid brother Danny said he had an announcement to make and a murmur spread around the room in anticipation.

“I would just like to make a short but significant announcement” he began and everyone was intrigued but Ben was reasonably sure it was not a marriage declaration as he knew Danny’s position on marriage very well indeed.

He loved Siti with all his heart but he would never marry her because he thought marriage was a nonsense.

Ben himself had no strong opinion on marriage himself as he never thought the opportunity would ever arise.  

Although Danny was anti marriage and Ben suspected he might change his mind if given sufficient incentive to do so, namely if there was a chance he might lose Siti.

So when the announcement was imminent he was certain sure it wasn’t marriage but wasn’t prepared at all for what he did say as he stood holding Siti’s hand. 

“We are having a baby” he said excitedly and the tent erupted in cheers and then his Mum cried.

 

The excited chatter rippled around the room and about an hour later Ben was on his way back from the bar when he walked behind his Mums table out of her line of sight.  

“You must be very proud Eleanor” Aunt Alexandra said

“Yes all my children are married or settled down” She Replied “apart from Ben of course”

At that remark he stopped in my tracks.

“But he has a very pretty little girlfriend” Alexandra corrected her.

“I know and she’s lovely” Eleanor said “but he’ll never keep hold of her, she is way out of his league”

There was a brief pause and then she continued   

“He really needs to find himself a horsey type, not a pretty little brunette”

Well they say eaves droppers never hear anything good about themselves well that would teach him and as he continued on his journey he was feeling absolutely gob smacked.

I approached our table and Helen slurred loudly

“Then they threw me in the river”

Everyone laughed, but he rather uncharitably thought

“For God’s sake let it go”

He sat down next to Dorcas who gave him a smile as he sat down, Ben smiled back but inside he wasn’t smiling.

It was only when they were on the dance floor smooching along to 10cc’s “I’m not in love” that he felt at peace and he thought to himself

“Oh yes I am”

 

It was the next morning when he was getting ready for church that he made the decision.

Because he had woken up that morning having had an epiphany.

He quickly finished getting dressed and rushed downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Where’s Dorcas?” he asked abruptly

“And good morning to you” Abi said sitting at the table still wearing her dressing gown.

“Have you seen her or not?” he asked

“She’s in the shower” she snapped

“Thanks” he said and turned on his heels and left

“And I’m next” she shouted after him

 

Ben sprinted upstairs to the guest bathroom and pressed his ear against the door.

He could hear the sound of the shower running and some very tuneless singing.

So having detected it was Dorcas and not his mother he knocked on the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute” she called

“I need to talk to you” he called back

“I’ll be out in a minute hon” she said

The door was locked but it was an old house with a lot of the original fittings, including the door latch on the inside of the bathroom door.

He couldn’t wait a minute, what he had to say to her was urgent so as Dorcas wouldn’t let him in he had to let himself in.

So he used his credit card, sliding it between the frame and the door and lifting the latch and then he pushed open the door which squeaked as it opened.

“Who’s that?” she called in alarm

“It’s only me” he answered

Dorcas was just stepping out of the shower and hastily covered herself with a towel.

Although in the two months they had been seeing each other they had, to put it as delicately as possible, been intimate, but they were not at that stage of intimacy that allowed naked converse.

“Get out I’m not decent” she shouted

“I have something important to say” he insisted

“Can’t it wait?” she asked

“No it can’t” he said

“Well you can’t just barge into the bathroom when someone else’s is in there” Dorcas said crossly

“It’s not decent, we’re not some old married couple you know”

“That’s just the point” Ben said

“What is?” she said still very cross

“I want us to be” he explained though not very clearly

“You want us to be what?” she said with a puzzled expression

“Married” he said quietly “I want to marry you”

Dorcas just stood there in silence looking at him with a vacant look on her face.

“Well what do you think?” he asked

“I think you should come over here and kiss me” Dorcas replied

“Is that really decent?” he queried

“It is now we’re engaged” she answered and they kissed and it was a steamy kiss almost as steamy as the bathroom it.

 

They decided not to tell his Mum until after church as they thought her head might explode.

They did tell Danny though but only as he happened to be passing the bathroom as they came out but they swore him to silence until lunchtime.

“I’d better be your best man” he said

“But you don’t believe in marriage” he replied

“That’s not the point” he said

Downshire Diary – (03) What is a Phlebotomist

Her full birth name was Hayley Harriet Hanson but that was before, at the tender age of 21, she made the regrettable decision to marry William Quimby.

After her disastrous marriage ended though she chose to remain Harriet Quimby as she rather liked the name.

Her ex-husband on the other hand remained a complete bastard.

In the years since her divorce she had not remarried or even thought of doing so.

She worked hard in a rewarding job, she had a supportive family and she had a large circle of friends, and she was content with that.

Harriet was not without admirers however and she had not exactly lived as a nun, she had had boyfriends but she had not actively sort a replacement for Mr Quimby, her philosophy was “what will be will be”.

She was a phlebotomist by profession and proud of it but she was really tired of people saying “What’s a phlebotomist?”

And then having to explain her occupation to them, so she made the decision to reply, when asked what she did for a living, that she was a nurse and volunteered no further information, it was just simpler that way.

Which was a shame because she loved her job, and she really was proud to be a phlebotomist, she liked dealing with people and liked engaging with them and she was good at it.

Some of her colleagues favoured the stand offish approach, keeping a dignified distance between themselves and the patients, but that was not Harriet’s way.

Harriet found the pleasant exchanges helped the day pass by, she couldn’t do it with everyone of course, some patients thought they were customers and that she was on a par with a shop girl, but they were few and far between.

 

Nathan Robinson was wearing a brown leather jacket and tan needle cords as he sat in the health centre waiting room amongst the sick and the lame although he was neither.

He was 35 years old and never married, although he’d come close a couple of times, he was medium height, slim build and had thinning sandy hair and grey eyes.

He was however very nervous as he was waiting there for a blood test, not that he was squeamish where blood was concerned but he hated needles.

 

“Mr Robinson” called a willowy young woman with bobbed dark brown hair, wearing a white uniform with red piping.

He stood up and followed her into a small clinical room.

“Good morning nurse” he said

“Hello Mr Robinson, but I’m not a nurse”

“Hello doctor?”

“No I’m not a doctor either” she corrected him

“You’re not the cleaner are you?” he asked

“No” she said laughing

“A vampire then?” he asked

“Don’t worry I’m not going to drain you” she reassured him “You look too pasty already”

“Really, I thought I was palely interesting” he offered in a hurt voice

He looked at her hand, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring or any other significant rings for that matter, but what he was focusing on was that her ring less hand was holding a needle and he swallowed hard.

“You’re afraid of needles” she said

“I wouldn’t say I was afraid” he responded defensively although in truth he was Trypanophobic.

“What would you say then?” She asked

“I am merely wary of them” he insisted.

“Chicken” she said unsympathetically, she was well used to needle phobe’s and her easy manner and playful teasing would soon put him at his ease.

“Harsh” he responded still focusing on the needle

“Now if you don’t sit still I’ll have to take it from your jugular” she said menacingly

“So you are a vampire” Nathan said

She ignored him and drew the first sample

“So what’s the blood test for?” She asked

“Are you allowed to ask me that?” he asked

“No” she replied “so what’s it for?”

“I have an infection”

“Urgh” she exclaimed feigning horror

“Not that kind of infection” he assured her

“Do I need to double glove?” she asked

“No it’s alright I don’t really have an infection” Nathan said

“Good” she said and drew another sample

“It’s just part of a general medical” he said

“Oh” she said

 

After he’d left the room she chuckled to herself as she remembered their exchange and she thought he was a very pleasant man. 

Nathan was quite taken with the young willowy phlebotomist with her bobbed dark brown hair, wearing a white uniform with red piping, he always liked a uniform.

He was only there for a routine blood test but because he was Trypanophobic he was very nervous.

But she was clearly well used to needle phobe’s and her easy manner and playful teasing soon put him at his ease when she called him a chicken and he called her a vampire.

All of which put his mind at rest to such a degree that he was able to take a moment or two to appreciate the loveliness of the lovely girl with the very large needle.

 

It was just over a week later when she saw him again.

Nathan was on his way to meet friends in Abbeyvale, and took a short cut through St Candida’s park as it was a nice day and he saw a small group of young women sitting on the grass and he recognised one of them.

“Hello nurse Nosferatu” he called and made the sign of the cross when she turned around

“Oh hello chicken” she responded and made it sound like a term of endearment which wasn’t her intent but was not unhappy about it.

“Should a phlebotomist be out in the sunlight?” Nathan asked

“What’s a phlebotomist?” one of the group asked and Harriet shook her head and took it as her sign to leave.

She said her goodbyes and quickly caught up with Nathan who had gone ahead.

“Thanks for that” she said

“For what?” he asked

“For exposing me as a phlebotomist” she said

“Ay?” he exclaimed in confusion

“But you are a phlebotomist”

“I know” she said “but I hate the fact that I always have to explain it”

“Sorry” Nathan said

 

“So what was your medical for?” Harriet asked him as they walked through St Candida’s park

“Blimey you’re even nosey when you’re off duty” Nathan responded

“Yes” Harriet replied “So what’s it for?”

“Oh I’m starting a new job next month so I decided I would get a full MOT before I started” he said

“And what do you do?” she asked

“I’m a University Professor” he said proudly

“A professor?” Harriet replied however she was a little impressed

“Aren’t you a little young?”

“Not in my field” he replied

“I thought professors were intelligent” she said

“And I thought nursing was the caring profession” he retorted 

“So what are you the professor of?” she enquired

“Music” Nathan replied

“Really, what kind?” she asked impressed

“My field of expertise is early 20th century” he replied

“Like Puccini?” She said hopefully

“Like jazz” Nathan said

“Jazz? How disappointing, you got interesting for a second and then wham dull as ditch water again”

“I like jazz” he said defensively “Jazz is very exciting”

“And people study that at university?” she asked derisively

“Of course, as part of a rounded curriculum” he replied

“Do you play or just teach?” she asked

“Yes” Nathan replied

“What instrument? The washboard?” She asked and laughed out loud with delight

“That’s skiffle, not jazz” he corrected her “Philistine”

“What then?” Harriet persisted

“Clarinet” Said Nathan

“Really? But that’s a proper instrument” she said shocked “Are you any good?”

“Well I enjoy playing” he answered

“You’re really bad then” Harriet said and laughed

“Why not come and judge for yourself” he said

“When?” she asked

“Now” he replied “we’re playing a set at the Jazz Shack on Finchampton Street”

“Ok” she answered

 

After the gig, if you could call it that, because they only played two numbers, he joined her at her table.

“You were very good” she said “better than you led me to believe”

“Well thank you ma’am” he said in a false American accent

“But I still don’t like jazz” she said shooting him down

 

When it was time to go he said

“Perhaps we can do it again”

“Oh I don’t know about that” Harriet said

“Why not? I thought we had spent a very pleasant afternoon together” he stated

“We have absolutely nothing in common” Harriet retorted

“We share a sense of humour” he said

“That doesn’t count” she responded

“I think a good sense of humour is essential in a relationship if there is a prospect of someone seeing me naked” Nathan replied

“That’s not much of a prospect” Harriet said

“Come on Harriet” he said “what harm could it do”

Harriet was quiet for a moment then she said

“Ok I will come with you to the Jazz Shack to hear you play again, on one condition”

“Name it” he said with enthusiasm

“You have to come to the opera with me”

He went to speak but she silenced him with a look

“And I don’t mean Gilbert and Sullivan either”

“Puccini’s Madame Butterfly, one of the greatest pieces of early 20th century music ever written” she said with authority

“It’s a date” he said

“Yes I suppose it is" she said almost to herself


Downshire Diary – (02) Hiding In Plain Sight

 

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 rivaled only by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forest.

Peter Nesbitt was staying at the White Hart pub in the village of Springwater for a few days.

It was his brother Johnnies idea, a short break in the Pepperstock Hills, a change of pace and some R&R.

Unfortunately Johnnie’s idea of rest and relaxation was the consumption of copious quantities of Mornington Ale.

But Peter, now in his early thirties, was looking for something more than drinking games and hangovers so on Monday morning, bright and early Peter grabbed his backpack and set off for a walk in the hills in the early sunshine.

As he got halfway down the lane he happened upon another walker heading for the same stile from the opposite direction.

She wore stout walking shoes, old fashioned brogues, with long argyle socks, a grey tweed skirt and a drab shapeless sweater and her hair was tied in a bun beneath a tweed cap that matched the skirt and she looked about forty.

If it hadn’t been for the coloured backpack he would have thought he’d stumbled through a portal into the 1930s.

“After you” he said

“Thank you” she replied in a voice much younger that her appearance which was accompanied by a nervous smile.

Once she was over the stile she set off at an impressive pace and was very sure footed as she strode off ahead of him, he had to admit that although her footwear was old fashioned it was considerably more appropriate for the conditions than what Peter was wearing.

It wasn’t the warmest of March days but he’d optimistically elected to wear shorts and in his little back pack he had a waterproof jacket, a drink and a sandwich.

He felt confident on his choice of clothing as the sun got progressively warmer as the morning went on.

Peter was on top of a hill looking out across the valley and could make out the shimmering water on one of the old quarry pit lakes in the distance.

He had no idea which of the lakes it was he was looking at as he’d lost his bearings a bit, after all he wasn’t really familiar enough with the area to find his way around without a map which of course he didn’t have in his pack, there were trails to follow but he hadn’t really been concentrating.

He sat down and opened his pack, ate his sandwich and drank his drink but when he looked at the distant sky he didn’t need a map or anything else to tell him it was coming his way so he decided to make his way off the hill ahead of it as quickly as possible.

The weather in the Pepperstock Hills was always unpredictable, despite the bright sunny start to the day, so it wasn’t really a surprise that by the end of the morning the blue sky had been consumed by grey.

He hadn’t even reached halfway before the low cloud settled a thick mist all around him.

 

Peter had on his light jacket by that time which was getting wet in the mist, he also had good trainers on, but on the damp stony track they were not really fit for purpose and he was slipping with every other step.

The fog came down very quickly and was extremely thick and in places visibility was down to zero.

“You should just sit it out” a soft voice said

“I’m sorry?” He said turning around and seeing the frumpy woman sitting on a large flat stone that was once part of Pepperstock Castle an imposing and impressive fortress up on its hill that overlooked the eastern end of the Finchbottom Vale.

Now it was just a collection of ruins, which could still be clearly identified as having once been a Castle, and Sarah was sat on part of it.

“You should sit it out” she said again

“Is that wise?” Peter asked

“Yes this band of cloud is due to blow through in a couple of hours” she said confidently

“Is it? He asked

“Didn’t you check the weather forecast before you set off this morning?” she asked

“No” he admitted “A bit of an oversight on my part”

“No harm done” she said in a sympathetic tone and he sat down next to her

“I’m Peter by the way, Peter Nesbitt” and offered his hand

“Sarah Hallam” she responded

 

Sarah Hallam was 28 years old, single and happy to be so, she had studied law at University but after three years she decided it wasn’t the career for her.

So she followed a different path and had been a proof reader for a legal publisher for the last six years.

It suited her as she could work from home and so didn’t have to interact with people.

It meant that she spent a lot of time on her own, which she didn’t mind as she was happy in her own company.

Although she lived in seclusion in the country just outside Abbeyvale she still liked to get away somewhere whenever she could to some place beautiful and the Pepperstock Hills National Park was certainly that.

 

Although Peter had ridiculed Sarah’s mode of dress, as they sat on a large flat block of stone in the fog, he would have confessed that she was more appropriately dressed than he was, at which point he shivered.

“Do you have anything useful in your pack?” Sarah asked

“It’s empty now I’m afraid” Peter replied

“You did come well prepared” She said sarcastically

Luckily for Peter, Sarah’s backpack was filled with a wealth of useful stuff, a thermos full of coffee, Sandwiches, Kendal mint cake and a blanket, all of which she generously shared with him while they spoke candidly about their past.

She wasn’t sure why she opened up to him she was normally a very insular person, maybe it was because they were shrouded in fog and insulated against the world that she felt at ease.

Peter was interested to hear about Sarah’s profession as he and his brother Johnnie were also in publishing as they jointly ran a printing company.

“I don’t mean to pry Sarah” he began “I understand that under our present condition they are indeed practical, but why are you dressed like a….”

“Frump?” she suggested

“Yes” he agreed “I’m sorry”

“Its fine” Sarah said “it’s quite simple really”

Peter listened intently as she explained

“When I was at university, in my first year, I had my heart broken, very badly”

She began

“And again in the third year, and that one nearly cost me my degree”

“I’m so sorry to hear that” Peter said sympathetically “But why the tweeds?”

“Well after the second time I resolved to have no more truck with love”

She said without emotion

“I am single and glad to be so”

She paused for a moment and Peter spoke

“So that’s why you dress to make yourself look fifteen years older than you are?”

Sarah nodded   

“I have found that if you are a shapeless old frump, men tend to leave well alone”

“What a waste” he thought to himself

“And what about you?” She asked

“Well I’ve also had my heart broken” he confessed “just the once for me though”

“Once would’ve been enough for me” Sarah mumbled

“I’ve not given up hope completely” Peter continued “But I’ve not met the “one” yet”

She nodded

“I’ve not found my soul mate yet” was what he meant Sarah thought

“In truth I use work much the same way as you use Tweed” He said

“My brother Johnnie says I work too hard and should get out and have some fun”

“It’s nice that he cares about you” Sarah said

“His idea of fun differs greatly from mine” he said and they both laughed

 

By about three in the afternoon a light breeze got up and started stirring the mist.

“Right on time” Sarah said, though she was a little disappointed, as she was rather enjoying herself

“Perhaps we should wait for another half an hour or so” Peter suggested also in no hurry to leave.

“Good idea” Sarah said

 

Peter Nesbitt and Sarah Hallam sat amidst the ruins of Pepperstock Castle waiting for the mists to clear and were reluctant to depart, but by 4.15 they couldn’t really delay it any longer as watery sunshine was beginning to penetrate the remaining mist so Peter began handing the remnants of their impromptu picnic to Sarah which she packed neatly away.

“Thank you” Peter said

“For what?” Sarah asked

“Sharing your lunch and your blanket” he said “and for your company”

“Oh there’s no need to thank me” she responded and gave him a smile

“It would have been a very dull afternoon had you not happened along”

Peter thought he detected a slight blush on her cheek.

“She’s a very attractive and confident girl beneath the frumpy exterior” he thought

 

It was as they walked down the hill in the weak sunshine that he decided that he would endeavour to get her to re-join the world and if not embrace the waves then at least dip her toe in the water.

They were just approaching the stile they had crossed earlier in the day.

“I was wondering” he said “As you were so generous to me today you might allow me to repay the favour”

“There’s no need” Sarah replied cursing herself for her cowardice

“Just dinner at the Pheasant” Peter persisted

“Ok” she relented and to herself added “Good decision”

“But tomorrow would be better for me” she said as Peter helped over the stile

“Great tomorrow it is” he said smiling “I will look forward to it”

 

Sarah had taken a bold step in her agreeing to the dinner and opened herself up for disappointment again but she didn’t want to hold back now.

If she was going to make the most of it she had to make the most of herself. 

And as she hadn’t packed anything remotely suitable for dinner she had been in Purplemere all day shopping for girl clothes.

 

While Sarah was shopping for an outfit, Peter, on the other hand spent his day fending off questions from his nosy brother Johnnie, about where he was going and who he was meeting.

He loved his brother to bits but his biggest fear was that Johnnie would pitch up at the pub and unintentionally spoil things before they got started.

So he told him he was taking her to The Squirrel in Pepperstock Green, but in truth was actually meeting Sarah at The Pheasant in Quarry Hill.

 

Peter was sat in the bar a full half an hour before he was supposed to meet Sarah and he was insanely nervous, he hadn’t felt like that since he was 15 when he was waiting outside the multiplex for Cindy Brownlow.

However he was thinking it was a mistake to arrive early as his stomach was doing somersaults.

 

While Peter sat at The Pheasant in Quarry Hill while his stomach was doing somersaults Sarah was second guessing herself as she stood in front of the mirror wearing a little black dress.

Her long brunette hair was down, instead of in a bun and her face was subtly made up.

It had been a while since she had given herself the treatment and the face she was wearing was her third attempt to get it right.

The first one left her looking like a mortician’s subject fresh off the slab and the second one made her look like a clown.

She was much happier with the third one, but as time was running out it would have to do regardless.

And all the time she was getting ready she kept say to herself

“Why on earth did I agree to do this” and “what was I thinking?”

“Because you wanted to” she said out loud to the mirror “now suck it up and go and knock him dead”

 

When Peter turned around and saw this brunette in the little black dress coming towards him he couldn’t stop himself from saying   

“Wow”

Sarah smiled and asked

“Will I Do?”

“Comme ci comme ça” He said making a gesture with his hand 

“Charming” she said

“Well I was expecting someone in tweeds” Peter said defensively

And she laughed

“I can go back and change but I decided to make an effort” Sarah said as she sat down

“I thought this might be more appropriate”

“Well I am

 

The evening passed by so quickly, it was like an information exchange, as they found out every detail about each other and filed it away, their likes and dislikes.

Music, movies, TV, travel destinations, favourite pieces of art, favourite book and authors, they discussed everything and anything and as a result they were so absorbed in each company that they completely lost track of time, and to such an extent that they had to be asked to leave.

“Oh dear we seem to have overstayed our welcome and there is so much more to say” Sarah said

“Then we should perhaps consider this an adjournment and pick it up again tomorrow”

She nodded her ascent and he was rather pleased with himself for his legal reference but not as much as the securing of another date.

 

They agreed to meet again bright and early the next morning by the stile where they had first met when she was still yet to be transformed into the beautiful butterfly he had shared dinner with the night before.

The frump he’d met on the hill and among the castle ruins the day before was gone forever.

It was no wonder Peter hadn’t been able to find his soul mate for all those years, she was hiding in plain sight.

The former frump, Sarah Hallam, the woman who was a stranger to him only two days before would be at his side every day thereafter.

Downshire Diary – (01) Meeting Dorcas

 

He had always been a contented person and altogether happy with his lot, though not a wealthy person by any measurement he had everything he wanted, and all was well in his world.

He had a job that he enjoyed, and a family that he loved and got along well with and he lived in his own modest cottage in the pleasant Downshire village of Bushy Down.

He thought he had everything a man could possibly want and he was content, that was, until a few weeks after his twenty ninth birthday when he met Dorcas Fox-Martin.

 

It was a glorious Sunday morning in June and the Village of Bushy Down was looking particularly picturesque.

He was on his way to St Lucy’s Church in the village, not somewhere he was completely unfamiliar with but somewhere he hadn’t been as often as he should have.

Though on that particular morning he had a more pressing need to be there other than the neglect of his spiritual wellbeing.

Because on that morning Ben Overton, was to be Godfather to his nephew Connor.

His sister Helen was three years younger than he was and was the baby of the family and now had a baby of her own who was about to be christened.

 

It was as he walked to the Church, preoccupied by thoughts of pride at his impending Godfatherhood that his life was changed forever.

Having caught sight of Helen on the Church steps he quickly crossed Church Lane and was brought rudely to his senses by the blast of a car horn.

Ben jumped out of the way and reached the safety of the footpath and braced himself to launch a tirade at the impatient shit on the other end of the car horn.

But when he turned to face the driver he was greeted by a beautiful smiling brunette.

Who mouthed the word “sorry” and smiled which completely disarmed him.

 

Helen and her husband Mark, watching from the Church steps thought it was highly amusing that he had nearly been turned into road kill.

He turned around to give them a withering look and when he returned his attention back to the pretty vehicular assassin she had gone and that was the end of that, or so he thought.

 

It was at the end of the main service when the Reverend Hunter began the Baptism of his nephew Connor Innes into the faith that he saw again.

It turned out that “Penelope Pitstop”, the beautiful, if dangerous brunette, was a close friend of his sister Helen and was also to be a Godparent to his nephew.

 

Ben had to confess that as proud as he was to be Godfather to Connor, he didn’t really follow proceedings as closely as he should have as his eyes were constantly drawn to the beautiful girl on the other side of the font.

But at the end he lost sight of her in the melee as everyone decanted from the Church and such was the affect that the beautiful stranger had on him that he drove to his mum’s house in Kiddingstone full of trepidation that she was gone forever. 

 

Ben Overton parked his car in the street outside his Parents house and went inside.

“Hey Ben” Helen said as he entered the kitchen “you got here safely then?”

“Very funny” he countered

“You’re obviously safer as a driver than you are as a pedestrian” She said and roared with laughter.

“Shut up and give me a beer lippy” he replied

She went to the fridge and took out a bottle, opened it and handed it to me.

“Thanks sis,” he said “have you got a glass?”

Ben didn’t like drinking from the bottle, he couldn’t stand it, and it was a bit of a joke within the family because he thought drinking from the bottle was common.

“You are so old” Helen said laughing

“I just have standards” he retorted pompously “Where’s Mark?”

“He’s in the lounge showing Gran the video” She replied.

Their Gran was 91 and quite frail and wasn’t well enough to attend the Christening so the ceremony was videoed by their brother Danny and it was being played back for her so she would feel included in proceeding.   

“You should go and watch it yourself” she added “as you missed most of it as you were ogling Dorcas”

“Dorcas?” he asked playing dumb

“Yes the pretty brunette you couldn’t take your eyes off” she said

“I think you’re imagining it” he answered as he left the kitchen

“I think you’re smitten” she shouted after me and he was about to unleash a witty retort in response but he was suddenly knocked sideways into the wall causing him to slop his drink down his trousers.

 “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going” a female voice said and he turned around to face his assailant

“That’s…” and that was all he could say as he gazed upon the smiling face of the beautiful girl he knew to be, though they had not been introduced, Dorcas.

He didn’t know how long he stood there staring at her or how long he would have continued to stare had she not broken the silence.

“This is becoming a bit of a habit” She said “my name is Dor…”

“Dorcas” he continued

“Yes” she answered “and you’re Ben”

 

And so the introductions were complete and from the first moment they met she bought something into his world that he hadn’t even noticed he didn’t have, love.

He was besotted with the diminutive young woman with the immense personality and a heart as big as the moon.

 

It is quite reasonable to state categorically that Ben Overton was quite content with his lot in life and he had not felt his life suffered for the want of love, he had not craved it nor coveted it, he just thought it was something that was inflicted on other people and he was immune to it but once he had tasted it he was hooked.

 

Had it not been for the fact that she had almost run him down and had fate not also decreed they both be Godparents to the same child he didn’t think he would ever have dared to speak to her, let alone ask her out but ask her out he did and furthermore she said yes.

 

Having plucked up the courage, at his Godsons Christening, to ask the stunningly beautiful Dorcas Fox-Martin out on a date and as he was bolstered by her positive response to such an extent he very foolishly neglected to cement the arrangement there and then and furthermore left the Christening party without securing either a firm date for their erm….. Date, or for that matter any contact details for her and it wasn’t until he got home that the full extent of his stupidity dawned on him.

In his Defence of course he would argue that he was so taken aback by Dorcas’s positive reply and such was his elation that she had agreed to go out with him on a date that he was not thinking clearly, which is why he not only failed to arrange anything but had also left without any means of contacting her.

Ben had just reached the point where he was well and truly feeling sorry himself when the phone rang.

“Hello” he said forlornly

“Oh dear” Helen said unsympathetically “cheer up”

“Don’t joke” he said “I’ve done something really stupid”

“I know” she replied “you’re a plank”

“Oh don’t” he responded feebly

“Fortunately, your wonderful sister has come to the rescue” Helen said “and I gave your number to Dorcas so she can call you”

“You’re the best sis in the world” he said

“I know” she said immodestly “now don’t cock it up”

 

He had been so diverted by his foolishness that he hadn’t even given any due consideration as to where he would take her.

Given that prior to that morning she had been a complete stranger to him so therefore he had no idea what to suggest.

His normal first date experience, limited though that might have been, consisted of either a drink, a meal, the cinema or bowling.

Well a drink didn’t sound substantial enough for his liking and as he was somewhat nervous he imagined that he may end up drinking too much and make a complete dogs breakfast of it, so he ruled that out.

A meal on the other hand was fraught with dangers of its own, food preferences, allergies and intolerance’s and it went without saying that it was an absolute given, to rule out any food that required the wearing of a bib.

The cinema he had always found to be a difficult area date wise,

Sitting in the dark with a girl and spending most of the film weighing up the options of when it would be appropriate to move in for a cuddle or a kiss.

Not that that would be of concern with Dorcas, after all they were both past the age of the back row groping scenario.

The problem inherent in the cinema was knowing her taste in film that was the issue there, so he ruled out the cinema as well.

He also crossed off tenpin bowling but for no other reason than that he was really crap at it.

 

After a couple of fruitless hours of deliberation he still had no idea where to suggest that he and Dorcas should go on their first ate and then the phone rang.

Ben took a deep breath and reluctantly picked up the receiver.

“Hello” he said timidly

“Ben?” a voice asked

“Speaking” he replied

“It’s Dorcas” she said

“Hi” Ben said weakly

“We didn’t make a date” Dorcas said hesitantly “At the Christening, for the date”

“No I…” he faltered

“Did you still… erm want to?” she asked

“Of course” he said firmly almost shouting

“Good” Dorcas said with a giggle

“I thought you might have changed your mind”

“No not at all” he stated “But...”

“But?” she said falteringly

“I don’t know where to suggest” he said

“Is that all?” she asked and laughed

She had had a similar struggle as he had to find a suitable venue/activity, they had however reached totally different conclusions which he found out when she announced she had the perfect date in mind.

“A Tree Top Trail”

“What’s that?” he asked genuinely oblivious

“It’s a trail through the tree tops with Tarzan swings, rope bridges and Zip Wires” she said excitedly

“It sounds like great fun and I’ve always fancied having a go”

Well he had no great expectation when he first asked Dorcas out and he thought she would soon tire of him, after all he was one of life’s spectators while she was the type of person who was up there on center stage.

But how wrong he was, she knew that they were cut from different cloth but she didn’t care that they were so different.

Ben had always been content to look on from the sidelines whereas Dorcas was in there participating with all her might, she was a “joiner in” while Ben was an applauder of other people’s efforts, a holder of coats.

But no more, and despite the fact that the thought of walking through the tree tops 30 feet above the ground scared him to death he said.

“Me too”

 

It was a bright Sunday morning in June, just one week after they had first met, when Dorcas picked him up in her Mini outside the Railway Station in Bushy Down, the very same Mini she had nearly run him over a week earlier. .

It was probably a little unconventional for the first date but after some discussion it was decided that she would pick him up as he lived in Bushy Down which was between her home in Finchbottom and our destination in the Dancingdean Forest.

 

Despite his apprehension he was still very much looking forward to his first date with Dorcas and was praying it would go well.

Ben’s trepidation was far removed from the normal first date nerves, which were bad enough, his main fears stemmed from the fact he had to contend with the death defying heights of the Tree Top Trail, with all its incumbent hazards such as Tarzan swings, rope bridges and Zip Wires, all at a height of 30ft.

He wasn’t good with heights at the best of times, he never had been, not because he suffered from vertigo or had an irrational fear of being up high.

In fact he liked high places, Airplanes, the London Eye, Canary Wharf or the Empire States Building, as long as there was something between him and oblivion.

What scared him to death was gravity and the belief that it would at any moment pull him screaming to the ground.

But I couldn’t show it, not to Dorcas, he had to put on a brave face for her benefit as he didn’t want her to think he was a wimp.

 

It was about an hour’s drive to the Dancingdean Forest, but the time seemed to pass by very quickly as they chatted about something and nothing, always a good sign when there are no embarrassed silences.

Once they arrived his trepidation deepened as he looked up and realized exactly how high 30 feet was.

As if sensing his reservations Dorcas took hold of his arm.

“Come on then” she said steering him in the direction of a large timber shack.

 

There were 12 of them in their group, 11 first timers and one jovial leader called Gaz who was determined they all had a “great experience”

And on the whole they all did, although there were moments when Ben was almost scared to death.

Though they were never in any real danger, they all had harnesses and protective gear but he was still scared up in the tree tops.

But at the end of it, thanks to Gaz, the whole group had a great experience, but it was still nice to get back to terra firma.

After divesting themselves of their safety gear they all made their way to the café for a well-earned coffee.

As he and Dorcas sat either side of a picnic table discussing how much they had enjoyed the experience she announced

“I wouldn’t want to do it again”

“What?” he said with alarm

“The tree top stuff” she assured him, but she continued with more than a little smugness, knowing that she had him hook line and sinker

“I’m up for another date though” she continued

Then after a minute or two she suddenly said

“I have a confession to make”

“Oh” he responded fearing the worst, she was married or engaged or something.

“I would have enjoyed it much more if I wasn’t scared of heights” she confessed

“I only finished the course because I didn’t want you to think I was wet”

After hearing her confession Ben laughed

“It’s not funny” she said crossly

“I’m laughing because I was scared to death myself” he said “I just gritted my teeth and got on with it because I didn’t want you to think I was a wimp”

On hearing his confession she laughed as well.

When the laughter had subsided they both concurred that it had been a good first date.

 

It was early evening when they finished their coffee and said fair well to their fellow adventurers and the weather was still lovely.

They were both getting peckish and as neither of them were ready for the date to end and as were only an hour or so away from the coast they headed off to Sharpington where they ended the momentous day eating fish and chips out of the paper on the sea front and talked enthusiastically about the day.

Their first kiss came in true romantic style as the sun slowly sank beyond the horizon and afterwards on the journey home they planned their second date.