Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (21) Love at a Trot (Part 06)
Lynda rang his mobile later that evening and promised to call again the next day but in the end he phoned her instead.
“Hello” A cheerful voice answered.
“Lynda! The fever has broken” he said
“Thank God” Lynda responded “is she still sleeping?”
“No” he replied “she’s eating a bacon sandwich”
They both laughed
“I’ve told my girls to look after the horses for a couple of days so she can concentrate on getting better”
“Thanks Lynda I appreciated it” he said “Any thoughts on the other matter?”
“No not yet” she replied
“I’m going to keep asking?” he said
“I know” Lynda said resignedly and then he hung up the phone.
Anthony told Charlotte she was confined to bed for the day and would then be on light duties, much to her annoyance.
“Lynda’s girls have taken care of the horses” he said “so do as you’re told”
She did pretty much as she was told and promised not to do anything strenuous but when she stated her intent to ride her bike to St Mary’s Church he had to step in.
“What’s that if it’s not strenuous” he said crossly “I will drive you to St Mary’s”
“You don’t have to do that” she said
“I insist” he said
“Oh ok” she said with resignation
“You go ahead” he said as they got out of the car, he knew she would want to talk to her friends and probably wouldn’t want to explain why she was attending Church with her employer.
It had been a few years since he last sat in a Church on a Sunday morning, he sat quietly at the back of the church and felt a comforting feeling spread over him, and he hadn’t felt that for a while.
He tried to remember what momentous event in his life made him stop going to church but he couldn’t think of one.
All of a sudden he was aware of someone sitting beside him and he turned to look hoping that it was Charlotte but instead he saw the smiling face of Lynda Radcliffe and he tried not to show his disappointment.
“Hello stranger” she said “I haven’t seen you here before”
“I drove Charlotte” he explained “she was going to cycle”
“Oh I see”
Lynda had guessed that there was more than just concern for a fellow human being where Charlotte was concerned and she was pleased.
After the service Lynda went off to talk to the mother of one of her pupils and Anthony went outside and waited by the lych-gate until Charlotte came out.
When she appeared looking a little pale.
“You were right” she said when she got in the passenger seat “I wouldn’t have been able to cycle home, I’m pooped”
Anthony just smiled and drove towards home she lasted about half a mile before she went to sleep.
When they got back to the farm he lifted her out of the car and carried her into the house and lay her on the sofa and covered her with a throw.