Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (20) Jubilee Girl (Part 02)
Four two years Simon Clarke continued to admire Bronwyn Topping from afar while attending form and a great many classes with her sister and the great benefit of being close to Rhiannon was that he got to overhear snippets of her conversations which gave him glimpses of her family life and he sometimes got to hear a little about Bron, what she was doing, who she was seeing, what music she liked, what films she went to see.
Which was good even though the only things he got to hear about her were all after the event.
Over the two years between that life altering first look at her in the sunny playground on the opening day of school he may not have spoken to Bronwyn but he did see a lot of her though, around school primarily though not exclusively.
He would often see her in Sharpington, on the Victorian Pier, playing crazy golf, walking along the promenade, at the mall, on the beach, in the amusement arcades or the Sharpington Fun Park.
Sometimes he saw her in the cinema queue or at the Lido but where ever he saw her she would always smile but only because she knew he was a friend of her sister.
But in all that time he never had the courage to speak to her so he would just smile back.
Sometimes Bronwyn would be with girlfriends and sometimes with a boy and sometimes Simon was with mates and other times he’d be with a girl.
Simon was a good looking lad so he had his fair share of girlfriends but invariably they would have had to ask him out.
None of them were serious, it was just a question of trying someone on for size to see if they fitted, and some of them were a very good fit but his problem was that how ever good the fit was, they never quite measured up against the girl of his dreams, Bronwyn.
But the older he got the braver he got and Simon eventually worked up the courage to speak to her and they went on to speak a lot once the ice had been broken.
He was firm friends with her sister Rhiannon, but he didn’t know at the time if she knew he carried a torch for Bronwyn.
He saw less of her after he left Jubilee Academy when he was sixteen, he didn’t want to stay in full time education.
Going to college was never on his agenda he wasn’t going to learn anything he hadn’t learned already.
He left school on a Friday in May and started work on the following Monday at his Uncle Sebastian’s small holding at Dulcets farm situated between Mornington and Purplemere.
It wasn’t the best paid job in the world but he enjoyed it, his elder brother Scott had worked there for the two years after he left school so getting to work wasn’t a problem.
The only downside was not seeing Bronwyn every day at school.