The Last Letter from Juliet - Melanie Hudson Page 0,14
wood nailed together, really – just a wing and a prayer, as my mother always said. And the thing is, I’m here for the whole of Christmas week – I think I told you that already – so I’ll need somewhere safe to stow her and I’d be ever so grateful if I could pop her into the barn, really I would.’
Edward tightened his scarf against the wind. ‘I should think that would be all right,’ he said, turning towards the stockman who waited by the far gate, looking back at us, probably still scowling. ‘But you’ll have to check with Jessops over there, first.’
He glanced across to the stockman. I took the opportunity to examine Edward’s face. The afternoon light highlighted golden flecks in his hair and the wind reddened his cheeks to a marvellous healthy glow.
He noticed you looking at him. He bloody-well noticed.
Edward returned his attention to the aircraft and stroked it this time, rather than patted.
‘But you shouldn’t call this lovely old Tiger Moth a few planks of wood, she’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.’
I adopted an expression of surprised amusement. ‘You actually know what type of aircraft it is?’
‘Ah, you think I don’t know one end of a magneto switch from another?’
Handsome and a flyer …
‘But seriously. You fly too?’ I pressed.
‘Now and again, a bit of joy riding. Nothing much more than that. And there’s the feed to consider …’ The change of tack confused me.
‘Feed?’
‘For the cows. Jessops may have to check with your Mr Lanyon first, before you put the aircraft away. This is Lanyon land and they’re his cows, after all. But as you’re their guest … I’m sure it will be fine.’
I wanted to say, ‘Don’t be silly, he’s not my Mr Lanyon,’ but then remembered that, of course, Charles was exactly that – my Mr Lanyon.
‘His cows? I thought they were your cows.’
He shook his head. ‘My cows!? No. I was walking my dog along the cliffs and I’d stopped to talk to Jessops when we saw your aircraft coming in.’
He glanced around, realising the dog had wandered off while we were talking.
‘Speaking of your dog, where is she?’
He whistled. Moments later the red-and-white Collie dog appeared from behind a Cornish hedge. She had one ear up, one ear down. Edward ruffled her head. His face was a picture of fatherly pride. I knelt down to fuss the dog who jumped backwards and had absolutely no interest in me, just as Edward decided to turn tail towards the far field in the direction of Jessops.
‘Wait here a moment, will you …?’ he shouted back, already dashing across the field.
The dog ran after him. I shivered. The breeze really was frightfully cold, and I hadn’t been able to warm up since the flight. I danced on the spot and waited for Edward to come back.
‘All sorted,’ he said, slightly out of breath having run across the field with the dog, whose name I would later learn was ‘Amber’, barking at his heels. ‘You can leave it in the barn for the week. No need to check with the big house. But perhaps you could arrange for some kind of gift to be sent to Jessops – some beer or cider perhaps, as a thank you. It’s quite an inconvenience for him.’
You’d have thought the man was my father!
‘Of course. I’m not a completely inconsiderate oaf, you know!’
Edward’s face fell.
‘Fine. If you’re all sorted, I’ll be on my way.’ And with a curt nod of the head, he began to walk away.
‘Wait!’ I said, running in front of him, forcing him to stop. ‘Sorry, sorry to impose – again – but if I show you how, could you turn the propeller for me to get her started?’ I spun my arm in a clockwise direction. ‘I would do it myself, but it’s much easier with two, and it would be better to taxi her across to the barn under power than to push her all the way.’ I glanced down at Amber. ‘You might want to tether the dog first, of course.’
Edward took a deep breath. For a moment I think he considered walking away – it seemed he also had a devil and angel on each shoulder, too!
The angel won.
He changed his mind.
‘I know how to spin a propeller.’
He strode back to the Tiger Moth ahead of me.
But then, from nowhere, his face softened and his eyes danced when he noticed the paint work on the side of the aircraft.