Snippets of Downshire Life – UK Coffee Week
The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.
It was also the home of the Strong’s, brother and sister, Ben and Becky, who had a poultry farm on the Northern side of the village.
They were both the wrong end of their twenties and there were only the two of them left of the Strong clan, but they had two people working for them full time, 22-year-old local girl Kamila Dziewirz, and thirty-year-old Greg Mizon, who Ben had known at Agricultural College.
To his surprise and delight, Becky and Greg got together in March which in turn threw him and Kamila into close proximity, which he was also pleased about, but he was conscious of the difference in their ages, so he didn’t do anything but enjoy her company and he was content with the status quo.
But Kamila had other ideas.
Ben was partial to a Coffee and after the Coffee Bean Canteen opened a branch in Highfinch he would ride the farm bike, equipped with a large basket on the front, into the Village to deliver fresh eggs to Stephenson’s Corner Shop and Boddington’s Butchers and would then indulge his passion for a real coffee.
But on those days when Becky did the larger egg deliveries in the van he would still ride into the village on the bike just for a coffee, which Kamila was well aware of.
So, on one Saturday afternoon in April when he was riding as fast as the old bike would allow through Hawks Wood, he looked up and saw a young woman come out of the bushes ahead of him and then she turned towards him and smiled.
To his surprise it was Kamila, but not Kamila as he knew her in heavy denim and work boots, this was very much a horse of a different colour.
She was wearing a lemon coloured summer dress, and she had legs, he’d never seen her legs before, and sandals on her feet, and he was blown away as she stood there in the sunshine as the breeze played with her soft brown hair.
“Wow” he exclaimed, and she smiled again because she knew she had him.
So, she walked towards him as gracefully as she could manage given the uneven ground and her unaccustomed footwear.
And when she was alongside him, she kissed him gently and hoped she had not made an error about his feelings toward her.
She needn’t have worried because the moment their lips parted, he lifted her up onto the crossbar and kissed her in return.
After the most mutually satisfying kiss she slipped gracefully off the cross bar and rearranged her dress and he said
“Well I’ll see you later then”
“What?” she said with panic in her voice as he began to pedal away
“Don’t leave me” she begged, and Ben smiled at her
“You pig” she said and slapped his arm
“Do you really think I would just leave you after that kiss?”
“No” she said and hugged him “But you’re still a Pig”
Kamila lived in the village, but she was in no hurry to get home, she wanted to go wherever he was going, so they trundled along the track through the woods on the bike, him pedalling and Kamila sitting in the basket in front of him laughing loudly at every bump.
He stopped outside the Coffee Bean Canteen, leant the bike against a lamp post and helped her out of the basket.
And when she was perpendicular again, he gave her a long and meaningful kiss and then held her hand as they walked into the Coffee Shop.