The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp...
Episode 43… Good Company
There was much small talk over supper and Esme seemed to take to Bill and Margarita, odd couple as they appeared, with some delight. There was even agreement that she would pose for the painter sometime during their stay. By way of return Charles said he would take pictures of Margarita one morning in a walk along the shore line.
It was the Herring Gulls that first woke Charles and Esme the following morning. In the bric-a-brac of the early morning light they seemed to swoop and call in ever increasing numbers. It was cold in their little room and even cuddling together during the night had not kept them warm.
‘I said it would be freezing!’ Esme muffled her head firmly under the covers.
‘Don’t worry.’ he replied. ‘You’ll be ok once your up and dressed, put on some warm clothes. I guess breakfast can’t be far away.’ He could detect the enticing smell of bacon frying. He pulled the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed.
‘What time is it?’ came her muffled voice. ‘No… Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.’
‘Time you were up.’ he grinned, and began to dress.
Breakfast was even more splendid than their supper. Fresh baked bread rolls, thickly sliced fried bacon, large silver-grey goose eggs and Margarita’s own special potato scones, all supplied with heaps of tea. Bill had even picked mushroom at first light stating that the hillside “Is my back garden if I care to climb!”
There was much small talk over supper and Esme seemed to take to Bill and Margarita, odd couple as they appeared, with some delight. There was even agreement that she would pose for the painter sometime during their stay. By way of return Charles said he would take pictures of Margarita one morning in a walk along the shore line.
It was the Herring Gulls that first woke Charles and Esme the following morning. In the bric-a-brac of the early morning light they seemed to swoop and call in ever increasing numbers. It was cold in their little room and even cuddling together during the night had not kept them warm.
‘I said it would be freezing!’ Esme muffled her head firmly under the covers.
‘Don’t worry.’ he replied. ‘You’ll be ok once your up and dressed, put on some warm clothes. I guess breakfast can’t be far away.’ He could detect the enticing smell of bacon frying. He pulled the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed.
‘What time is it?’ came her muffled voice. ‘No… Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.’
‘Time you were up.’ he grinned, and began to dress.
Breakfast was even more splendid than their supper. Fresh baked bread rolls, thickly sliced fried bacon, large silver-grey goose eggs and Margarita’s own special potato scones, all supplied with heaps of tea. Bill had even picked mushroom at first light stating that the hillside “Is my back garden if I care to climb!”
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