Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (06) It was the Argyle Socks (Part 03)
Michael St George lived in a grand Georgian House on the Highfinch side of the course and his rather impressive dwelling backed onto the 3rd green.
Michael was standing on the drive as they pulled up, he was tall and blonde and quite striking like all the St George men but striking good looks were not restricted to the male side of the clan, Tally St George was as strikingly attractive as her Cousin was and Aunt Philomena was merely an older version of her.
“Hi you two” Michael said already in his Golf togs and in the ensuing melee cheeks were kissed and embraces were exchanged.
“Did you get us a tee off time?” Tally asked encouraged by his appearance.
“Of course” he replied “you’ve got half an hour”
“Great” she replied as Michael helped them take their bags inside.
From his conservatory it was possible to look out through the open french windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland that separated his garden from the Golf course, there was no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merged, one into the other.
“I’ve got a local guy to make up a four ball” Michael said as they walked from his back garden through the trees.
“What a neighbour?” Philomena asked
“Yes and no” he replied enigmatically
“Well either he is or he isn’t” Tally pointed out
“He’s my neighbour at the moment but he’s soon to be yours” he explained
“That’s still no clearer” she said
“He has a cottage in Lily Green” but he’s going to be living in Mornington in the New Year”
“What’s his name?” Tally asked
“George Vineyard” he replied
“Ah the clock man” Tally said although to call him a clock man was akin to calling Rolls Royce mechanic a grease monkey.
He was a restorer of antique timepieces, a craftsman, one of a dying breed.
His home was in the hamlet of Lily Green, which would remain so for weekends, but Monday to Friday he would live with his sister in law Rebecca and her family who had moved into one of the old Military Houses in Mornington when he moved his business, Time and Time Again, up to Mornington Field.
Although she recognized the name, Tallulah hadn’t met him, Victoria Johnson Higham had dealt with him.
Victoria was from Lyndon-Sanders Properties, who were tasked with finding tenants for the commercial properties as well as some of the accommodation and she worked closely with Tally who was the property manager for the Estate, which would formally take over the administration from January 1st.
So she was quite interested to see what he looked like, she imagined that a clock maker or restorer would look much like Pinocchio’s father Geppetto and would have questioned his ability to lift a club let alone swing it, and they would spend the whole round waiting for him to catch them up, which kind of took the edge off her appetite for the game.
They skirted the 3rd green and crossed the 2nd fairway and followed the well-worn path that led towards the clubhouse and standing by the 1st tee was their fourth and to Tally’s amazement he looked nothing like Geppetto.
He was a couple of years older than Tally, 6ft 4, straight backed, square jawed with brown hair and a dimpled chin, and suddenly her appetite returned, in fact she thought he looked rather scrumptious.