One Summer at Deer’s Leap. Elizabeth Elgin

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      When I got back, Tommy was waiting on the step, purring loudly. I could hear Hector barking and hurried to tell him to be quiet before he woke Jeannie.

      I stood, arms folded, staring out of the window. If a prospective buyer looked at Deer’s Leap on a day such as this, I thought slyly, one of its best assets – the unbelievable, endless view – would be lost. I supposed too that the same would apply if they came in winter, when the snow was deep. The view then would be breathtaking – if they managed to make it to the house, of course. Still, even if we had a storm today it wouldn’t be the end of the world. My troubles were as nothing compared to those of Jack and Suzie.

      Hector whined, rubbing against me. Lotus was nowhere to be seen, but Tommy prowled restlessly, knowing a storm threatened.

      I piled dishes in the sink, then set the table for Jeannie. Like as not she would only want coffee – several cups of it – but laying knives and forks and plates and cups gave me something to do.

      Even the birds were silent. A few fields away, black and white cows were lying down. They always did that when rain threatened, so they could at least have a dry space beneath them when the heavens opened. Clever cows!

      I turned to see Jeannie standing there, yawning.

      ‘Hi!’ I smiled. ‘Sleep well?’

      ‘Hi, yourself.’ She pulled out a chair, then sat, chin on hands, at the table. ‘I woke twice in the night; it was so hot. I opened windows and threw off the quilt then managed to sleep, eventually.’

      ‘Coffee?’

      ‘Please. Why is everything so still?’

      ‘The calm,’ I said, ‘before the storm. We’ll have one before so very much longer. Are you afraid of thunder, Jeannie?’

      ‘No. Are you?’

      I shook my head. ‘Want instant, or a ten-minute wait?’ I grinned.

      ‘Instant, please.’ She yawned again. ‘You’re a busy little bee, aren’t you? How long have you been up?’

      ‘Since seven. I’ll just see to your coffee, then I’ll nip down to the lane end and collect the milk before it rains.’

      All at once, I wondered how it would be when it snowed. It took me one second to decide that if I lived here I wouldn’t care.

      ‘We won’t go down to the Rose if the weather breaks, will we?’

      ‘No point,’ I shrugged. ‘There’s lager and white wine in the fridge. We can loll about all day and be thoroughly lazy.’

      ‘I’m glad I came, Cassie,’ she smiled.

      ‘I’m glad you did,’ I said from the open doorway. ‘Won’t be long.’

      I didn’t expect anyone to be at the iron gate, or even walking up the dirt road, and I wasn’t disappointed. Ghosts, I reasoned, were probably the same as cats and dogs and didn’t like thunderstorms.

      I put a loaf and two bottles of milk into the plastic bag I had learned to take with me, and set off back. It could rain all it liked now.

      I wondered if there were candles in the house in case the electricity went off like it sometimes did at home when there was a storm.

      I made another mental note to ring Mum tomorrow from the village, then sighed and quickened my step, glad that for two days I had little to do but be lazy.

      

      Jeannie crossed the yard from the outhouse where Beth kept two freezers.

      ‘I think we might have chicken and ham pie, chips and peas tonight. And for pudding –’

      ‘No pudding,’ I said severely. ‘Not after chips! And is it right to eat Beth’s food?’

      ‘Beth told us to help ourselves – you know she did.’

      ‘OK, then.’ I decided to replace the pie next time I went to the village. ‘And are there any candles – just in case?’

      ‘No, but Beth has paraffin lamps. Everybody keeps them around here. Are you expecting a power cut?’

      ‘You never know. It could happen if we get a storm.’

      ‘Then thank goodness the stove runs on bottled gas! At least we’ll be able to eat!’

      ‘Do you think of anything but food? No man in your life, Jeannie?’

      I had stepped over the unmarked line in our editor/author relationship, and it wasn’t on. Immediately I wished this personal question unasked. I put the blame on the oppressive weather.

      ‘Not any longer. I found out he was married – living apart from his wife.’

      ‘No chance of a divorce?’

      ‘His wife is devoutly Catholic, he said.’

      ‘He should have told you!’

      ‘Mm. Pity I had to find out for myself,’ she shrugged. ‘Still, it’s water under the bridge now.’

      She said it with a brisk finality and I knew I had been warned never to speak of it again. So instead of saying I was sorry and she was well rid of him, I had the sense, for once, to say no more.

      

      The storm broke in the afternoon. We sat in the conservatory, watching it gather. The air was still hot, but Parlick Pike and Beacon Fell were visible again, standing out darkly against a yellow sky.

      ‘This conservatory should never have been allowed on a house this old,’ Jeannie said, ‘but you get a marvellous view from it for all that.’ It was as if we had front seats at a fireworks display about to start.

      ‘Are the cats all right?’

      ‘They’ll go into the airing cupboard – I left the door open. Hector will be OK, as long as he stays here with us.’ She pointed in the direction of Fair Snape. ‘That was lightning! Did you see it?’

      I had, and felt childishly pleased it was starting. I quite liked a thunder storm, provided I wasn’t out in it.

      It came towards us. Over the vastness of the view we were able to watch its progress as it grew in ferocity.

      ‘You count the seconds between the flash and the crash,’ I said. ‘That’s how you can calculate how far away the eye of the storm is.’

      We counted. Three miles, two miles, then there was a vivid, vicious fork of lightning with no time to count. The crash seemed to fill the house.

      ‘It’s right overhead,’ Jeannie whispered.

      That was when the rain started, stair-rodding down like an avalanche. It hit the glass roof with such a noise that we looked up, startled.

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