Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (47) Strangers on a Train (Part 02)
As the train approached the station Paul and Jenny got up and she headed towards the door, he followed close behind, and as the train stopped he looked about the carriage for the lady in the peach suit and he spotted the diminutive beauty by the door at the other end of the carriage.
The doors opened and he kept her in view as he stepped onto the platform, and managed to keep his quarry in sight for more than fifty yards along the platform but as the passengers funneled through the gate he lost her and try as he might, even with his height advantage, he couldn’t find her again.
It was a glorious June day and there was a good crowd at the Cricket Ground and Paul Ingram and Jenny Lucas were among them as was the lovely Francesca Carrington-Webber, though due to the numbers Paul was oblivious to her presence and she to his.
Downshire were in great form and Surrey were all out for 165 with 12 overs to spare and Downshire won the match by sixty runs and the delighted fans disgorged onto the streets of Abbottsford in great spirits even before the tea interval.
Paul and Jenny decided on the walk back to the station to stop for a pint or two along the way, they made slow progress however due to the throng and bypassed the first three pubs because of the huge crowds but their perseverance paid off as the crowds began to thin out, as people started to disappear up side roads in search of their cars and they were able to lengthen their stride.
They decided on the Downshire Castle as their port of call and when they got their drinks they sat in the beer garden discussing the cricket.
After about half an hour when he had just drained his glass he caught sight of the lovely woman in the peach suit from the train, and when she saw him she waved, unfortunately he couldn’t go after her because she was sat in the back of a taxi.
So Paul and Jenny had one more drink and then continued on their way to the station.
Abbottsford station was very busy and their train was already on the platform.
Once on the train Jenny sat opposite him and he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or he would get some grossly overweight passenger sharing his seat.
As it turned out the moment his head touched the headrest he was asleep, however he hadn’t been asleep long, when he was rudely awakened by a newly embarked passenger who trod on his foot.
Then realising what they had done the figure turned round.
“I’m so sorry, did I tread on you?” the figure said but didn’t turn around.
Not that Paul would have noticed if they had as he was too busy looking at his foot.
Just then the train jerked and the clumsy passenger fell into his lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled unsteadily to her feet without him getting a look at them.
“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the aroma of alcohol.
Then the train lurched once more and she again fell against him and again she scrambled to her feet.
“Sorry” she said once more and this time he got to look at his assailant, it was the lovely Lady in the peach suit Francesca Carrington-Webber.