“Fine said Jim then left the bank. “ Right then where are we going?’
“I will take you to Camley Street Natural Park.
“Can we drive there or is it not far.
“We can drive there.’
“They headed back to the car and this time Selene got into the front seat and Jim couldn’t help looking at her legs as she got in.
Jim went red with embarrassment as Selene caught him looking but she just smiled knowing that Jim was attracted to her.’
Selene directed him to the park and they stopped near to it then got out there was some iron gates that led into the park with wicker fencing and trees surrounding the path way. They walked around until they came to a canal. Jim noticed an old barge there called the Seahorse it was red and black and looked very old. “They used to pull the coal barges along here by using horses in the old days you know said Selene.’
“Really, how far does this canal go?’
“We aren’t going to walk that far are we?’
“No, I will take you to a nice café where we can have a coffee about two miles down from here and there is some wild life to look at in the nearby pond.’
“Do you come here a lot then?’
“Yes, most Sundays.’ I like to be close to nature.’
There are berries that you can pick in here in October, I usually come with my container and fill it up to make blueberry pies with.’
“Are you a good cook then?’
“My mother Camille and my grand mother Lena say I am.’
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?’
“Yes, I have a sister called Chloe she is married with one boy called Jean Claude. My brother Bernard was shot by the German’s; he was working with the La Resis and they killed some German soldiers outside a café in Marseilles amongst them were some high ranking SS officers. The Gestapo rounded up all the young men from our village and executed them all. Bernard was among them; he was only nineteen.
“I’m sorry Selene; war is so cruel at times.’
“My father Clement still hasn’t got over his death.’ He begged the Gestapo to take him in my brother’s place; they knocked my father to the ground with the butt of a rifle breaking his nose and then kicked him unconscious. When he came around my brother had been shot.’
Selene wiped the tears from her eyes and Jim felt her pain as he had suffered the loss of some of his friends in the war too. Young men who had their whole lives ahead of them snuffed out by Japanese bullets and samurai swords.’
They walked on through the park until they reached the shed come café where there were wooden benches outside to sit on.
Jim bought them both a cup of coffee and they sat just taking in the serenity of the place. All you could hear was the chirping of the birds and the gentle rustling of the branches of the trees in the breeze.’
“Do you visit your parents very often?’
“I was with them at Christmas last but I won’t be seeing them for a while now that we are doing this exploration.’
“Me either; I live with my parents so I am really close to them.’
“What does your father do?’
“He is a fisherman.’