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СКАЧАТЬ such thing!’ Lucy would have none of it. She looked at Vicky with her sun-kissed hair and those wonderful expressive grey eyes, and all she saw was beauty and goodness. ‘You always look lovely,’ she said honestly. ‘It’s right what Barney says: you couldn’t help but look pretty, even if you’d just come up from the coal-mines.’

      Vicky laughed. ‘That’s my Barney,’ she said. ‘He looks at me through rose-coloured glasses and can’t see the wood for the trees.’

      ‘That’s because he loves you.’ Lucy wondered if she would ever find that kind of love. ‘I’ve never known anyone love his woman, like Barney loves you.’

      For a moment Vicky was silenced by Lucy’s profound words. ‘I love him the same way,’ she quietly confessed. ‘Sometimes it frightens me, the way Barney believes we’ll always be together. The thing is, Lucy, when you’re part of each other, like me and Barney, there can never be a happy ending. Someone is bound to be sad at the end of it all.’

      When she looked up, there was a kind of desolation in her grey eyes. ‘You see, when either of us is taken, the one left behind will be totally lost.’

      Lucy was amazed at the depth of pain in Vicky’s voice, in her eyes, in her whole demeanour. ‘You’re neither of you going anywhere!’ she declared stoutly, in an attempt to break the moment. ‘Not until you’ve made me enough strawberry jam to last me into old age, any road.’

      The mood broke and Vicky laughed out loud. ‘If you like it that much, you’d best take another jar from the pantry.’ She then threw the pegs into her big basket and placing it under her arm, she put her other arm through Lucy’s. ‘Come on, you.’ Her smile was content. ‘The water’s already hot in the kettle, it’ll take but a minute to bring it back to the boil. We’ve time enough for a brew before we roll up our sleeves.’

      In truth, both Vicky and Lucy had already had their sleeves rolled up these past two hours and more. All the same, it was nice to take time out for a cuppa and a chat, all girls together, and that was exactly what they did. ‘Bridget came to see me yesterday,’ Lucy imparted, grinning at the memory. ‘You should have seen her, all done up in a new outfit and a hat like you could never imagine.’

      Vicky took a gulp of her tea. ‘Got herself a fancy man, has she?’ Vicky was a broadminded woman who respected Bridget for her kindness, and welcomed her, when other townsfolk looked down their noses at her.

      ‘Seems like that.’

      While they drank their tea and Jamie slept on, Lucy relayed the gossip and the two of them hoped that Bridget had found a man who would take care of her, for she was a good-hearted woman and not as young as she used to be.

      Twenty minutes later, with both tea and gossip done, they set about the daily chores; Lucy seeing to the bathroom upstairs and making up the beds with fresh-laundered linen while Jamie ‘helped’ her, and Vicky tackling the work downstairs.

      Some short time later, with the house all spick and span, they made their way to the fields, where Barney and his sons were already halfway down the potato field. Armed with light forks, each of them raised up the secret treasure of the potatoes, hidden beneath the rich soil. They were beauties – no sign of rot or infestation – and Barney was delighted. A bumper crop might cheer Mr Maitland who had been looking very preoccupied of late.

      ‘RONNIE!’ Barney’s voice could be heard shouting instructions to the younger of his two sons. ‘Stop messing about and get on with it.’ With the work piling up, Barney was in no mood for frivolous behaviour. ‘We’ve the rest of this field to do yet!’

      Unlike his father and brother Tom, Ronnie, free-spirited and happy-go-lucky, was too easily distracted. He would collect the potatoes in the barrow lined with sacking, then wheel it to the barn, where the crop was stored in the dark and cool, and on the way back, he’d lark about, talking to the horse in the next field and playing tricks on his brother.

      ‘He’s a good lad,’ Vicky remarked tolerantly as she and Lucy made their way to the men. ‘But he still has a lot of growing up to do yet.’

      Thrilled to be here, Lucy soaked up the atmosphere. Her attention drawn every which way, she took it all in: Barney’s familiar figure bent over the long trench; the sunlight bouncing off the tines of the men’s forks; the seemingly endless skies, and the bright warm sunshine. Here, now, it was as though she and Jamie and Barney’s family were the only people in the whole wide world.

      ‘Fine crop of spuds this year.’ Having worked many seasons alongside Barney, Vicky spoke from experience.

      As Barney took his turn with the barrow, he shouted, ‘Are you here to watch, or work?’ He went away laughing. ‘You’re no good to me if all you’ve come to do is admire the scenery.’

      ‘Cheeky devil!’ Vicky yelled after him. ‘Another remark like that and you can do the spuds on your own, ’cause we’d rather be in Liverpool, strolling round the shops!’

      Vicky and Barney could bandy insults without getting offended. It was part of their deep knowledge of each other.

      The hours passed too quickly and every experience was new to Lucy. Working and laughing, stumbling in the trenches and clambering up again, getting into a rhythm with the digging, with the sun on her face and the cooling breeze a welcome relief. She wanted this day never to end.

      ‘I’ll be glad when we stop for a break.’ Vicky paused to wipe the sweat from her brow. ‘I’m all in.’ She stroked Jamie’s hair as he squealed, pointing excitedly to a worm. They were surrounded by birds, swooping down as the tubers were revealed.

      A short time later and aching through every bone, Barney paused to stretch his limbs. Taking out his pocket-watch he glanced at the time. ‘Good Lord! Why didn’t somebody tell me it was nearly one o’clock?’

      To everyone’s relief he called for a break, at the same time taking the opportunity to slide his arm round his wife’s waist and give her a resounding kiss. ‘I’m proud of the three of you,’ he told Vicky, Lucy and Jamie. ‘I might even go so far as to say you’re as good as the men …’ At that moment he saw Ronnie throw himself down some way off, to lie flat under a tree. ‘And maybe better than most,’ he added with a light-hearted groan.

      Ronnie was the first to answer. ‘Not bad,’ he said airily. ‘It took Lucy a while to get the hang of it, but she got there in the end.’

      ‘They did well.’ Thomas gave his dad a knowing wink. ‘In fact, they did so well, I reckon us men should go home and leave them to it. Come on, Jamie.’

      ‘You mind we don’t leave you three to it.’ Vicky rose to their teasing. ‘Here.’ She thrust a greaseproof pack of sandwiches at each of them. ‘These should quieten you down.’

      Everyone took off their sacking aprons and quickly sluiced their hands with water from a big enamel pitcher, before sitting down and unwrapping their lunch.

      The break, though short, was a pleasure, not only because they were famished and the thick sandwiches filled with cheese, ham and pickle were delicious, but because the company was pleasant and the day glorious. ‘What about you, Lucy?’ Barney addressed Lucy who had fed the child and was now preparing his drink. ‘Have you enjoyed your first-hand experience of market-gardening?’

      ‘It’s tiring,’ Lucy admitted. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever ached so much in all my life, but oh yes, Barney, I can’t tell СКАЧАТЬ