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Sunday, 8 September 2024

The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (091) In Sharpington Marina

 


When Debbie guided the Sloop into the mooring Daryn jumped off onto the jetty and secured the boat fore and aft and then took Debbie’s  hand and helped her off.

“I really enjoyed that” he said

“Me too” she concurred and that was the moment when they were face to face in the evening sunshine when he could have kissed her, he wanted to, and she wanted him to, so before he lost his nerve, he kissed her.

“That was wonderful” Debbie said “But…”

“There’s a but?” he retorted

“Unfortunately yes” she confirmed

“Oh, there’s someone else” he 

“No,” she said emphatically

“What then?”

 “I’m just desperate for a pee” Debbie replied, and they both laughed, then he grabbed her hand and ran down the jetty.

“Not too fast” she giggled “I’ll wet myself”

 

After she’d relieved herself in the Marina Lavatory and tidied her hair and makeup she reappeared and found Daryn sitting on a capstan.

“Better?” he asked

“Much” she replied with a giggle

“I thought we could eat at L'uccello Canto, if that’s ok with you” he said

“Absolutely, that’s my favourite restaurant” she enthused and put her arm through his.

 

It was dark when they left the restaurant after they had enjoyed an excellent meal and a glass or two of wine and as they walked along the promenade he asked

“Did you have a pee before we left the restaurant?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because I want to kiss you again” he said as he turned to face her

“And I don’t want any interruptions”

“Oh ok” she responded and then he kissed her in the moonlight, a prolonged and passionate kiss which led to them making love that night aboard the Sea Nymph in Sharpington Marina.

 

They started the next morning by making love again before walking into Sharpington for breakfast, so it was midmorning by the time they set sail and as the wind was against them it was a much slower crossing, but they were happy with that, as they stood side by side at the helm.

It was late afternoon when they navigated their way into the mouth of the Spanish River and while she was manoeuvring the sloop alongside the quay, he received a text from Adam Jandrell.

“How would you like to go to dinner tonight?” He asked

“I thought you were getting the last ferry” she replied

“I was”

“But you’re not now?” she asked hopefully

“No, I’m staying another night” he replied

“So are you on for dinner?”

“Of course I am” she said and hugged him

“And if you play your cards right you could stay for breakfast” he added

“Now you’re talking” she said and kissed him

 

After mooring the Sea Nymph they walked hand in hand down the tow path to the carpark and shared a goodbye kiss.

Debbie was rushing home to clean herself up and get into a posh frock ready for their dinner date, and her best underwear for afters.

 

Over dinner he explained why he was staying on the island for the extra night, it was because he was meeting with Project Manager Adam Jandrell on Monday morning about some stonemasonry work on St Clara’s Church. 

“And you know what that means?” he said, and she just looked at him blankly

“It means I’m going to be spending more time on the islands” he said, and a smile played around her mouth

“How much more?” she asked suspiciously

“Months” he replied, and the smile spread over her face

 

That night they made love in the comfort of a four-poster bed at the Beaumont Manor Hotel, which felt like a special celebration of their developing relationship which was now a burgeoning love.

 

The next day they said a very special goodbye in his room before they went their separate ways, Debbie to Roman Water Farm and Daryn to Spaniards Creek for his significant  meeting with Adam Jandrell on the site on the west of the river.

The Islands in the Bay – Chapter (090) Plain Sailing

 


On the first Friday in May, Daryn Goldsmith was in Spaniards Creek to perform the final inspection on the eastern Spanish River site.

He was a stonemason by trade but doubled up as the Islands Building inspector, which was scarcely even a part time occupation.

He was forty-eight years old and was widowed, and on his first visit to the island, fifty-year-old farmer Debbie Wilson reversed her car into his in the Stephenson’s Supermarket carpark.

She was deeply apologetic and insisted on exchanging details, even though he was satisfied there was no damage.

Later that day she phoned him and offered to buy him a coffee on the pretence of an apology.

In truth she wanted some romance back in her life whether out of desperation or loneliness, so had decided to dip her toe back in the water and begin dating and she saw the accident as providence.

So they met at the Galleon Coffee shop in Spaniards Creek and made a very strong connection, and apart from being attracted to each other they also discovered a shared love of sailing.

They had subsequently met for coffee or lunch every time he was on the island for an inspection and a few more when he had just made the trip to see her.

However they hadn’t really gone beyond the friendship phase even though there was a distinct romantic vibe going on.

 

On the upcoming weekend, they both hoped that would change, but he didn’t get to see her on Friday as she had a full day on the farm, so he did all of his inspections and even had time to take a look around the Church,

The Vicar even agreed to let him go up in the bell tower so he could have a look at the masonry and spent a very pleasant hour in conversation with her.

 

On Friday night he stayed at the Beaumont Manor and after a healthy breakfast he drove down to Spaniards Creek and parked close to the river and followed the tow path to where “The Sea Nymph” was moored.

It was a 30ft Masthead Sloop, wooden hulled and built on the island in 1934, but as beautiful as the boat was, he thought the owner was even more so, when he caught sight of her working on the boat.

Debbie’s was a very tall and striking looking woman, with the sun illuminating her long ginger hair, and he was greeted by her radiant smiling freckled face.

She was not as smartly dressed as usual, and was sporting a pair of boating shoes, cut off denim shorts and a white T-Shirt.

“Come aboard” Debbie said and flashed him another smile.

Once aboard they exchanged a kiss on the cheek, and she said

“Stow your bag below, and you can help me get her ready to sail”

“Aye aye skipper” he retorted “I’ll change into my shorts while I’m down there, I feel a bit overdressed”

“Don’t be long though” Debbie responded

“You’re looking really good by the way” he added just before he went below. 

 

When he reappeared, he helped her prepare for departure, he was an experienced sailor, so he knew what he was doing, he just hadn’t sailed since before his wife got ill.

He cast off and jumped back aboard as she steered away from the quay

“Here put this on” she said offering him a bright orange buoyancy aid, and as they got into the channel, she put one on herself.

 

It was a beautiful bright morning, sunny with a light breeze, and after she raised the sail, he watched her deftly handle the boat getting the most out of the breeze until they were racing along and they virtually had the seas to themselves apart from a couple of other vessels, a ferry and the Water Taxi.

 

He had missed sailing, he didn’t realise how much until he was out on the sloop with Debbie, and the scenery was quietly spectacular, and it was quite exhilarating with the wind blowing through his brown hair and the spray cooling his face, and of course there was a gorgeous woman at the helm with her ginger main streaming behind her.

All of a sudden, she turned to look at him and smiled as if she knew what he was thinking, and she said

“Are you enjoying it?”

“Yes, very much” he replied unsure what she was referring to.

“Would you like to have a go?” she asked

“Can I?” he asked

Although the sloop was old it was supremely graceful in the water, and it handled beautifully

So they stood shoulder to shoulder as the Sea Nymph glided across the bay but then about an hour later the wind died away.

“Why don’t we put into Sharpington Marina for the night” Debbie suggested.

“Good idea” he said, “But only if I can take you to dinner”

“You’re on”

Tuesday, 10 August 2021

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (38) It’s a Small World For a Locum

It was late afternoon on Christmas Eve at the Dancingdean Health Centre and Locum Doctor Kelly Spearman had one last patient to see.

Mrs Bramwell entered the room with her young daughter Kylie skulking in her wake.

“Come on Kylie the Doctor hasn’t got all day”

“Hello Mrs Bramwell, how can I help?”

“Kylie’s not right Doctor, very odd”

“In what way?”

“Well look at her Doctor you can see you doesn’t look right.

She starts the day feeling sick and ends it eating Pizza with sugar on. It’s no small wonder she’s put on so much weight”

“Well I’ll have to do a full examination” Kelly said

Kylie lay on the examination table and Dr Spearman gave her a thorough exam, asking questions as she did so.

When she had finished she told Kylie to redress and sat down at her desk and tapped at the keyboard until the girl was seated.

“So what’s wrong with her Doctor?” Mrs Bramley

“Well there is no doubt in my mind that Kylie is pregnant” she replied

“About five months to be precise”

“That’s absolute rubbish Doctor, Kylie can’t possibly be pregnant, ridiculous that is, she’s only 14 and I can assure you my daughter has never been with a man”

“There is no doubt” Kelly said as she took off her glasses

“Tell the Doctor, Kylie, tell her you’ve never been with a man”

“I haven’t Doctor I really haven’t, not even kissing” Kylie confirmed

Kelly looked at the girl doubtfully then stood up and walked to the window and stared out into the darkness shaking her head.

“So what’s wrong Doctor?” Mrs Bramley asked “it’s serious isn’t it?”

“Not at all, I just wanted to check the sky for something, because the last time a girl got pregnant without going with a man a bright star appeared in the East”

“Are you trying to be funny?” Mrs Bramwell asked

“No I’m not, I’m trying to make a point” she replied

“Whether Kylie says she has been with a man or not, she is definitely five months pregnant, so I suggest you think back five months and figure out where she didn’t have sex with a man”

“I don’t like your attitude Doctor if my daughter says she’s a virg…” she stopped in mid flow and turned to Kylie and said

“You dirty little cow, it was that boy you met on the beach at Sharpington wasn’t it”

At that the girl began to cry and Mrs Bramley bustled her out of the room admonishing her without acknowledging Kelly again.

Kelly was one of the cleverest medical students of her year and she was also one of the sexiest, a fact she had perpetually tried to play down.

She wanted to progress in her profession based purely on her abilities and not because she was “fit”.    

She certainly didn’t want the distraction of having to fend off unwanted advances while she tried to qualify.

Her style of dress was muted, still feminine but understated, she wore her hair combed back severely off her and wore heavy framed spectacles.

A look she maintained long after qualification and all through her time at the Winston Churchill Hospital.

The result of which, being that after ten years she remained single and with a reputation for being cold and aloof.

As neither description was true she gave up a senior position at the Churchill to take up general practice, but she needed to learn the ropes as a GP locum, which was why she was working at the Dancingdean Health Centre.    

Kelly had completed her notes and packed her things away.

She was looking forward to getting home, she loosened her hair and shook it out before putting on her woollen hat and slipping on her coat and finally picked up her bag.

No sooner had her fingers curled around the door handle than the phone on her desk rang.

“Oh, so close” she said to herself and released her grip on the door handle.

There was nothing waiting for her at home except what she craved at that moment, peace and solitude.

But she had noticed the steady snowfall through her surgery window and she was not a lover of driving in the snow.

“Hello” she said

“Could you see one more patient Doctor?” the receptionist Lynn Cooper asked “It should be a quick one but it’s quite urgent”

“Of course send them through” she replied and slipped off her coat and sat down.

A few moments later there was a light knock on her door.

“Come in”

When the door opened a tall slightly built man of a similar age to herself walked in.

“Thank you for seeing me Doctor” he said “I’m sorry to delay you”

“That’s fine” Kelly replied

“I see you’re dressed for the conditions” he added

“I’m sorry?”

“Your rather fetching headgear” he explained

“Oh” she said with a laugh “I forgot I had it on”    

“So what can I do for you? Mr Springthorpe”

“I need a repeat prescription for my Theophylline I have nearly run out” he said and she tapped at her keyboard

“Your last prescription was in October you shouldn’t have run out yet” she said

“I know but the water tank in my loft sprang a leak and brought the ceiling down which ruined everything in its path” he explained

“Your medication included” The Doctor said

“Yes” he confirmed

“Very well I’ll write you another one” she said

“Thank you Doctor”

“The pharmacy in Oakwood Road is open until 10 o’clock tonight” she said and handed him the prescription

“Thank you Doctor and Merry Christmas”

“Not to Merry I hope” she scolded “Happy Christmas”

The moment the door closed she quickly redressed in her out door clothes and left before the phone went again.

She ran the festive gauntlet of staff members, exchanging greetings in the time honoured fashion and emerged into the snowy car park and she was surprised to find exactly how much had fallen.

She got into her car and set off towards Mornington-By-Mere.

Kelly had only lived in Mornington for a few months, she wanted somewhere that was in striking distance of Shallowfield, Purplemere and Childean which were the towns she would be able to work as a locum.

Even Finchbottom and the Pepperstock’s were doable from Mornington at a pinch.

She had a rented a house in Military Row which was one of a number of good sized family dwellings originally built as Officers Quarters for the Officer personnel from the since defunct Mornington Airfield.

The original plan was to get a short time let and work as a Locum and then when she managed to secure a permanent position in a practice she would then move somewhere close to where she would be working but she had rather fallen in love with the village.

Despite the conditions she had made steady progress and had travelled about two and a half miles before she spotted the red tail lights and she came to a halt at the end of the queue.

There were three or four people milling around in the road so she got out of her car to join them in the hope of finding out what the problem was.

Just ahead of the queue of six cars there was a seventh car being reversed out of a snowdrift.

She made her way to the front and asked

“Is anyone hurt, I’m a Doctor?”

“No Doc, nothing hurt but his pride” An old country man replied

“A bit of a brown trouser moment though I shouldn’t wonder”

This induced a good deal of laughter as much from Kelly as anybody else.

“I take it the road is closed” she said when the laughter had subsided.

“Very much so Doc” Another bumpkin replied

“Then I shall wish you all a Merry Christmas and go in search of an Inn”

She did a three point turn in the road and headed back the way she had come and hoped she wouldn’t have to spend the entire evening driving around looking for a room.

Kelly was not yet fully au fait with Shallowfield and its environs but she had stored several key landmarks in her memory bank but the only Hotel she could bring to mind was the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel by Teardrop Lake.

Which she thought was as good a place as any to start, if that failed she knew that a lot of her colleagues at the Health Centre lived in the area so she would try her luck with one of them.

Jonathon Springthorpe was due to have dinner on Christmas Eve with his oldest friend and business partner Richard O’Sullivan but he had to cancel it at the last minute when he realized he was almost out of his medication.

Although it was a genuine emergency and not an excuse he still felt guilty cancelling their dinner date because Richard was such a lonely cove.

He pledged to himself he would call round to Richards’s house once he had rectified his medical emergency.

He was very pleased to have caught the Doctor before she left for the Holiday, and even more pleasing was the fact she was so attractive. 

After leaving the Health Centre he drove to the Oakwood Road pharmacy and was grateful he didn’t need to drive any further as the snow was several inches deep already and was falling exceedingly fast.

Under the circumstances he abandoned his plan to go and see Richard, so all being well he would be safely indoors for the night within half an hour and then the weather could do as it pleased.

Kelly parked her car and opened the boot, fortunately being a practical person she always had a change of clothes in the car for emergencies.

Unfortunately this did not include underwear so she would need to rinse through what she was wearing, provided of course she could get a room.

She went inside and straight up to the reception desk where a trim well-dressed woman was stood smiling in her direction.

“Can I help?” Mrs Brown said

“I do hope so” she replied dropping her bag to the floor

“I’m stranded in Shallowfield because of the snow and I’m hoping you have a room”

“You’re not the only one dear” Sheryl Brown said “But you’re in luck I have one room left”

“Thank you so much” Kelly said and she felt her shoulders relax

Sheryl Brown gave her a registration card to fill out and asked

“Is it just the one night dear?”

“Oh I don’t know” Kelly said “I hadn’t thought”

“Well look I’ll book you in for two nights, just in case” she suggested

“Ok yes, that’s a good idea” Kelly agreed

After all the formalities were completed and Mrs Brown had given her the key Kelly leant in close and whispered conspiratorially

“There was one other thing, I need to wash my underthings…”

Sheryl put up her hand and stopped her mid-sentence

“Don’t worry dear I have just the thing” she said and disappeared through a door marked private only to emerge 30 seconds later holding a small Tupperware box with a quantity of powder in.  

“This is what you need”

“You are a Godsend” Kelly said “Thank you so much  ...”

“Call me Sheryl”

“Thank you Sheryl”

“My pleasure” she replied “Now the restaurant is still open though under the circumstances it’s a rather improvised menu, but it will be hot”

“Hot will suffice” Kelly said gratefully

Kelly went up to her room and quickly freshened up and then made her way back downstairs.

She smiled at Sheryl Brown, as she passed the reception desk, who was busy helping someone else.

She walked into the busy restaurant and found an empty table and had only sat down long enough to order a drink when she was asked.

“Do you mind if I join you doctor?”

It was Jonathon Springthorpe

“Not at all but please don’t call me Doctor” she replied in a hushed tone

“Why? Have you been struck off?” he said

“No” She replied and laughed “But if people know you’re a doctor they can’t help sharing the details of their ailments with you”

“Oh I see, so what should I call you?”

“Kelly will be fine” she replied “would you like a drink?”

“Just a coke please”

“Nothing stronger?” she asked

“No it reacts with my medication” he said and tapped his coat pocket

“Just testing” she lied

“So Kelly what brings you to the Shallowfield Lodge on a snowy Christmas Eve?” Jon asked

“You first” she said

“Well as I said earlier I have some water damage in my house so I’ve moved out while it’s being sorted”

He explained

“So what about you?”

“I was trying to get home but the road was closed by a snowdrift”

She replied

“And where’s home?” he asked

“I live in Mornington” she replied

“So do I” Jon said “I live in the Old Forge”

“Really I’m renting one of the houses in Military row” she said

“It’s a small world isn’t it?”

“So why here?” he asked after the waitress had taken their dinner order

“It was the first place I tried” she replied “but I wanted somewhere local because I’m on call from lunchtime tomorrow for two days”

“Oh bad luck” he said

“No not really I volunteered” Kelly said

“Why on earth did you do that?”

“Well everyone else has a significant other or a family” she said

“And you don’t?”

“No, I have no significant other and no family within easy reach, all my nears and dears are many miles away”

“So not married?” he asked

“No”

“Divorced?”

“No just never married”  

“By accident or design?”

“A little of both I suppose” she replied enigmatically just as the food arrived

“So what about you?” Kelly asked

“Divorced” he replied

“How long?

“What married or divorced?”

“Both”

“Married 10, divorced 2” he said

After desert Kelly asked

“So why are you staying here?”

“I told you, my house is unliveable”

“Yes I know, but why here?” she persisted

“Oh I see, well I work in Shallowfield”

“And what do you do for a living?”

“Auctioneer” he replied proudly

“At O’Sullivan and Springthorpe”

“Oooh one of the bosses” she said feigning impression

“One of the partners” he corrected her “Of which there are a number”

“Still, name over the door” she said playing with him

While they were drinking their coffee Jon suddenly asked

“What are you doing for Christmas Lunch tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, whatever they’re serving here I suppose”

“I’m going to my parents for lunch tomorrow” he said

“Why don’t you join us?”

“Oh no I couldn’t impose” she replied

“Nonsense it’s no imposition”

“No I can’t and I’m on call anyway” she insisted

“It’s only in Shallowfield” he said “so it won’t affect you being on call”

“Wait a minute” she said “Your parents live in Shallowfield?”

“Yes”

“So why are you staying here why didn’t you stay at your parents?” she asked aghast

“Are you kidding, 36 years old and moving back in with the folks” he said

“I’d only be there for a day and Mum would start ironing my socks”

When they had stopped laughing Jon said

“So will you come?”

“Oh alright then” she conceded “But explain to your mother that if I have to disappear in a hurry it’s not because I’m not being rude”

They were to meet in reception at 10.30 on Christmas morning,

In the cold light of day Kelly questioned the wisdom of her decision to accept Jon’s invitation.

For a start she was not dressed as smartly as she would have liked but under the circumstances it was the best she could manage.

Fortunately when she arrived downstairs she found Jon had dressed down for the occasion, which made her feel much more comfortable.

“Happy Christmas” he said and kissed her cheek

“Happy Christmas Jon, are you sure I won’t be imposing?”

“Absolutely not” he insisted

The snow was still falling though much lighter than the night before, so there was an eerie hush apart from the satisfying crunch underfoot.

If she hadn’t been on call they would have walked all the way but she needed her 4 x 4.

When they arrived at the Springthorpe’s home she realised his apparel was not as she had thought, coincidental, but was by design, as all of the family were in their best bib and tucker.

Jon had realised that morning that Kelly would have limited options for the day so deliberately dressed down so she wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Thank you” she whispered when she realised what he had done.

He introduced her to his parents, aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces, kissing cousins, two godsons and a brother all of them dressed to impress.

Including Kelly and Jon there were 19 for dinner, and seating and feeding that many people was no mean feat.

But Margaret Springthorpe did it in style, and everyone’s food was piping hot.  

After dinner the gathering fragmented and Kelly volunteered to help with the clearing away, fending off the initial protests that she was a guest.

Just as the last plate was wiped up and put away Jon appeared

“Oh look perfect timing” Margaret said

“Dad won’t stop talking about the Golf game tomorrow so I just had to get out of there” he announced.

“It’s a shame you didn’t get fed up with it a bit sooner then you could have helped” Kelly said

“Well said” Aunty Victoria said

The reason for his father’s discontent in regard to the Golf was that the Annual, Springthorpe Family Cup competed for every year on Boxing Day had been cancelled for the first time since 1936.

Not even Adolph Hitler had been able to put a stop to it.

There had been snow at Christmas before and it had been possible to play the day after but this year due to the depth of snow on the ground the course was unplayable.

“Does it bother you that you won't be playing?” Kelly asked Jon.
“Yes. I love the Boxing Day game” he replied “But it’s impossible, Dad just won’t accept it”
“So why
 not play it on New Year’s Day instead?” she suggested

Jonathon opened his mouth to speak but seemed unable to find the words and closed it again.

He repeated this mime twice more then turned and left.

“Did you see that Margaret? She left him speechless” Victoria said

“Absolutely marvellous!” Margaret said

Kelly was roundly congratulated by the family for her solution to the Springthorpe Family Cup debacle and they were genuinely disappointed when at just after four o’clock she was called out.

She promised she would return as soon as she had finished but as it turned out she didn’t return until 7 hours later so she went straight to the Hotel where she found Jon waiting for her in the Hotel bar drinking hot chocolate.

“Come and have some” he said “it’ll warm you up”

“What I need is sleep” Kelly said

“Have a drink first, please” he begged

“Oh ok”

“You were a big hit with the family” Jon said 

“Oh I don’t know about that”   

“Seriously” he said “so much so that you have been invited to take part in the Springthorpe Family Cup”

“But I’m not family”

“You have been made an honorary member” he said

“How do you know I even play?” Kelly asked

“Well you do, don’t you?”

“A little” She said “maybe you can coach me” 

They talked for about an hour before Kelly excused herself and went off to her bed.

The moment her head touched the pillow she was asleep and she slept very soundly, which was just as well because on Boxing Day she was bounced all over the district, dealing mainly with patients who have severely overindulged the day before.

Kelly checked out of the Lodge on the morning after Boxing Day and that evening after surgery she was finally able to drive home to Mornington.

The first thing she did when she got home was to change her underwear, although she had washed them out every night before she went to bed, after wearing the same knickers for four days she still felt dirty.

She then had two wonderful days off in lieu of Christmas which gave her time to tidy her house and do some laundry.

But she was on call again on New Year’s Eve.

Kelly checked back into the Shallowfield Lodge after work on the 30th and that night she had dinner with Jonathon at the Phoenix Restaurant in Shallowfield but it had to be an early finish as she was on call from midnight.

Kelly was on call from midnight on the 30th until one minute past midnight on New Year’s Day.

It was a very quiet day she only had three call outs all day and it gave her plenty of time to think things through.

Kelly liked Jon, he made her laugh and feel sexy all at the same time, and he was kind and thoughtful.

But he or anyone like him was never in her plans for the future.

She had not moved from a senior position at the Winston Churchill into general practice looking for a man, however kind and thoughtful he might be.

But she didn’t think of him as just a man and she hadn’t felt that way about a man since she was studying medicine in Edinburgh.

However that had all ended very badly indeed and left her totally devastated and she did not want to repeat that mistake and feel worthless again.

Perhaps she should just nip it in the bud and not take a chance with him.

But why should she? Why wouldn’t it succeed?

She had always succeeded in her life when she put her mind to things, her recreation, her education, her profession, so why could she not succeed in a bright future for her and Jon.

The only fly in the ointment as far as she was concerned was that she wasn’t really sure how he felt about her.

He hadn’t even tried to kiss her, apart from a peck on the cheek on Christmas Day.

And she had wanted him too, after she found him waiting for her in the bar with hot chocolate.

She concluded that perhaps it was time for her to take the initiative.

On New Year’s Day Jonathon picked her up from the Hotel Car park.

It was a beautiful crisp winter’s day, no wind and not a cloud in the sky, she was standing by her car when Jon pulled up.

“Happy New Year” he said and kissed her cheek.

“Well that’s encouraging” she thought “but just on the cheek again”

But out loud she just repeated his greeting.

While he helped her transfer her clubs from her boot into his she was thinking that if was only going to kiss her on public holidays she would have to wait until Easter for the next one.

The Forest Ridge Golf Club was on the road between Shallowfield and Childean and the journey took about 15 minutes and all the way Jonathon was giving her Golf tips, her grip, her stance, her swing.

His coaching continued in the car park and on the walk to the clubhouse.

“Shut up Jon and kiss me” she screamed in her head

“The most important thing is to relax, don’t tense up” he said

“No the most important thing is that you take me in your arms and kiss me” she replied silently

Even if she’d said it out loud there wouldn’t have been time to act on it as they were soon surrounded by other members of the clan.

Jon and Kelly were the last to tee off in a four ball with his younger brother Chris and his Uncle George.

“Don’t worry if you’re only a novice” he said as they approached the 1st tee “I can teach you as we go around”

“Ok” she said

Kelly was the first to tee off, it was a short dog leg par four, just under 200 yards to the turn so she selected her 3 wood and took up her position.

“That might be a little ambitious” Chris said

“Remember to relax those shoulders” Jon said encouragingly, agreeing with his brother about her club selection Kelly took a couple of practice swings and then addressed the ball before hitting a crisp clean drive which sailed straight down the middle of the fairway. 

“Whoa” Chris said “I thought you were a novice”

“I never said that” Kelly retorted

“You did say you played “a little” Jon said  

“I have only played “a little” since I moved to Mornington” she said

“You’re a bandit” Jon said and laughed

By the end of the 17th Uncle George and Jon were 5 shots off the pace and Kelly and Chris were all square.

After 3 shots Chris was on the green with a 20ft putt and Kelly was on the apron more than a hundred feet from the pin.

Chris was supremely confident as he watched Kelly chip to within 12 feet of the hole.

Chris however 3 putted and Kelly holed hers to win.

Jon was delighted partly because it gave him ammunition to rib Chris but mainly because he liked Kelly.

When all the scores were in Jon’s Cousin Mike won the day but Kelly was the highest placed woman and she won the nearest the pin on the par 3 7th.

There was a great huddle of bodies at the bar but she was stood in a quiet corner of the lounge admiring her little trophy when Jon joined her.   

“So I wasn’t able to teach you anything today after all” he said

“I was trying to impress you and you ended up impressing me”

“That was my intention” she said

“To impress me?” he asked

“To get you to notice me” she replied and he looked puzzled

“You wanted me to notice you?”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said taking a step towards him.
“Maybe you can teach me then” he told her looking into her eyes.
“There’s no maybe about it” She said and leaned her face towards him and touched her full lips gently to his.

He responded in kind and they were both lost in the magic of the moment.

As their lips parted they both opened their eyes.
“Would you like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“That’s a silly question” he replied and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close and their lips met again, but this time there was no restraint.

 


Friday, 2 July 2021

NO MORE JUMPERS FOR GOAL POSTS

 

We didn’t think that life

Could get any better

We were young

Happy and content

Kicking footballs

Building carts

Climbing trees

Fishing in the pond

Swimming in the pool

Then they came along

Distracting us

With their undulations

Their cheap perfume

That seemed so exotic

Walking with their funny wiggles

Laughing with their girlish giggles

And the boyhood fun was over

No more jumpers for goal posts

No more war games in the woods

We still played in the woods

But then it was holding hands

Hugging and snogging

And playing with fun bumps

But no more jumpers for goal posts

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