The Tall Girl from Somerset 40

EPILOGUE

This is to the up a few ends and fill in a few gaps. 

Erewhon

Anne’s view of Erewhon came at the beginning of her story.  Henry's view was different.  Here is the estate agent’s version of the sale of the old house, and it was different from all of them.  This description, as most estate agents’ descriptions, bears little relation to reality.  But to which reality?  Reality is nothing more than the collection of untaken photos of all those who lived in Erewhon or who visited or who just passed by the house and looked at it through the apple orchard on their Sunday afternoon walk.  Our dreams and our nostalgia are much closer to what matters.  At least this extract from the sale advertisement will add something to your picture of the place, at least as it was when Anne’s family parted with it.

“Sole agents – New instructions

A detached 4 bedroom farmhouse in about 2 acres in a lovely rural yet not isolated position.  The accommodation includes 3 reception rooms, kitchen, bathroom, cloakroom and stone outbuildings including detached barn, garaging and stabling.”

Anne hated seeing Erewhon among the list of advertisements for houses for sale.  For her, putting it on the market was  betraying the house that had trusted them.  It had served them so well and for so long. How ordinary those lines in the advertisement were, Anne felt, when she remembered all the Christmases with fires in all the hearths,  the ony time of the yaer when this happened, and the old house became and all the so warm and cosy, summer mornings when it was sunny so early and all the meals they had enjoyed in the room that looked over the garden. How cold the advertisement was!  'A detached 4 bedroom farmhouse' indeed.  Erewhon was home. 

Janet Parry-Smith

Janet studied law at Oxford with Anne, and, like Anne, later worked in Bristol, though as a solicitor not a barrister.  Just before the trip to Manchester she had bought her first car, a Triumph Herald.  She had driven it around Bristol for a week and now wanted to try it out on a longer trip.  She decided on Manchester because she had a cousin there, Andrew Staines, who was studying geography at Manchester University.  He later taught at a school in Leatherhead.  

Janet specialised in conveyancing, and on her own account judiciously bought and sold several houses, became a partner in her firm and by the time she was thirty was a rich woman.  She was single. Many men were frightened by her intelligence.  ‘It is hard to kiss a very successful lawyer’. This is a generalisation of which Thurber would have been proud! And he collected some interesting ones, to wit:  ‘Peach ice-cream is never as good as you think it’s going to be’ (which he labelled ‘idiosyncratic’) and ‘People who break into houses don’t drink wine’ (‘fascinating but undemonstrable’)….’ And of course, the bold and unforgettable but untrue ‘There are no pianos in Japan’!  

Well, Janet was rich and single.  Some men were too timid to approach her at all. Others, the good ones, not wishing to appear mercenary, drew back.   Others, not so good, were attracted precisely for that reason, but Janet saw through these, though it took her longer to see through some of them than others.  

So at 31, Janet was still Parry-Smith, a good friend, occasionally lonely, usually happy, very sensible and committed to her work.

The companion, Rusholme, Manchester

Anne never heard anything more about her, and wasn’t interested either.  Harvey really hardly knew her.  Ships do pass in the night sometimes. He thought she was doing post-graduate work with children with hearing and speaking difficulties, but he wasn’t sure.  She drifted into his life and out again, a university acquaintance, anonymously.  Why are university friendships never so lasting as those we make at school?

The singer on the ‘Eastern Queen’

This was Landra Davies who actually went on to greater things on television in Australia in the late 70’s. She achieved certain fame there in clubs and occasionally on the radio by singing songs from musicals popular on Broadway and in the West End.

Henry Fullworthy         

Henry was an old school friend of Anne’s father’s and had known Anne all her life.  He had been Uncle Henry for most of that time, and now he was just Henry.  When she married, Anne was 24, and she had received 24 birthday presents from him.  He was always there, could always be consulted, could always be trusted.  He was an unmarried accountant who lived in Chiswick and had worked in a pleasant office with a magnificent view of St Paul’s.  Henry belonged to that increasingly rare breed, which had once been so common in England, the sporting bachelor.  He had played rugby and cricket for his school and his university, and he still went to all the rugby internationals at Twickenham and all the test matches at Lords and The Oval.  He attended every old boys’ reunion at his school and was a member of various societies in London. He had given Anne his stamp collection when she was ten, and he had felt it his duty to watch over her as she grew up.

Carmen

Carmen met Henry in Barcelona when he went on a trip to Spain in his early twenties.  They got on well, had several coffees and beers together and promised to meet again soon.  That didn’t happen. They always wrote though, every month or so, not just at Christmas.  Pen friends, that’s what they were.  Henry wanted more but she said no.  She knew that he would not be happy among people who eat octopus and away from London, his work and his societies. Sometimes you have to be sensible. They haven’t seen each other for over 40 years.  Henry did his best to learn Spanish at evening classes.  His written Spanish was not bad but he kept a very English pronunciation that he has never managed to shake off. They keep meaning to meet, but the years seem to go by. Perhaps they will meet some day.

‘The Archers’

‘The Archers’ is still on the radio.  It began in 1950. When the programme started, a young actor, Norman Painting, was offered the part of Phil Archer.  He was unsure whether to accept it or not.  A friend said, ‘Go on, take it.  If you’re lucky, it may give you six months of work.’  He took it and was very lucky indeed.  He was still recording episodes shortly before he died nearly 60 years later.  As he worked through the decades, his character grew old as he grew old and he went from being the young romantic lead to the wise and respected patriarch of the village.

‘The Mousetrap’

A couple of years younger than ‘The Archers’, ‘The Mousetrap’ was born in London in 1952.  Anne’s mother took her to see it on a visit to London just before Christmas in 1958.  As the play grew up, it needed a larger house, like many families, and so later it moved from the Ambassadors Theatre where it had begun to St Martins Theatre where it is still playing.  

So there you are.  ‘The Archers’ and ‘The Mousetrap’, parts of Anne’s past, are still going strong. 

Listen to the one and go and see the other.

Kingston in Westington

On this rocky promontory at the end of the beach, was a small theatre with two towers on the front facade.  The towers themselves seemed to promise dreams.  Every August Anne’s parents took her to the summer show and every January they took her to the pantomime. 

The theatre, on the rocky outcrop in the grey Bristol Channel, seemed to Anne, when she was young, the gateway to adventure on the high seas.  This came from the pantomimes and those marvellous painted backdrops that were loved in the fifties.  They took you to a world of galleons setting sail westwards, down the Channel, along the Devon coast, past the rocky cliffs of Cornwall and then south to the sun and to adventure. They took you to a world with no frontiers or boundaries, to waves and to foam, to coral reefs and to sunsets. 

It was a fleeting dream that flashed across the mind and dissolved sadly each time as, when the curtain had come down, Anne went out of the warm magical world of the pantomime through the double doors and outside where she struggled with her umbrella in the wind and walked with her mother and father back to the car through the dark and rainy January night.

That's it then.  Our curtain falls too. For now, at least, we leave Anne and Harvey and Henry all busily occupying themselves and getting on with things.