Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (20) Jubilee Girl (Part 01)
Sharpington-by-Sea had been home to Simon Clarke for his whole life and was a place that held very special memories for him and he never envisaged living anywhere else.
The coastal town is a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
Which was the first purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coasters but still fun.
He was a regular visitor to the attractions while he was growing up but there were attractions and there were attractions.
Simon Clarke fell in love with Bronwyn Topping the very first time he saw her, although he didnt know that was her name at the time.
However irespective of that fact when he saw her in the playground on that September morning at the begining of his fourth year it really was love at first sight.
She was a year seven at his School in Sharpington, the very inappropriately named Jubilee Accademy.
It was inapropriate because there was no celebration for Simon and he didnt have an accademic bone in his body.
He was a year ten but he was bowled over by the skinny little brunette first year who stood out from the crowd.
But it wasnt just in his eyes for she literaly stood out from the crowd because where all her fellow year sevens were wearing white knee socks with their uniform Bronwyn Topping was wearing black ones on her skinny legs.
He spent most of that first morning before the first bell within a few yards of her, completely mesmerised by her.
It may have been the bright September sun shining on her fine brown hair, her cute dimple cheeked smile or just her delicious giggle, but whatever it was he was hooked.
He knew as he was admiring her that it was a very special moment.
He remebered his grandfather saying to him that people of his generation would always remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news that John F Kennedy was dead and for Simon that first glimpse of Bronwyn was a moment that would live with him forever and he was right.
However, although Simon was instantlly taken with her, indeed he was completely smitten, he didnt speak to her for two years, she was only eleven afterall and he was fourteen.
It was a first for him he hadnt really noticed girls until then but when he saw her his radar lit up.
After the bell for the start of term and he made his way to form and reaquainted himself with his class mates.
Later he found out that Rhiannon Topping, was the mystery girls sister.
Although he would never have guessed that they were sisters by looking at them they were so completely different.