Peter had moved out of the family home four years since. He had been getting on much better with his dad these days. Relationships had not been good at the time his Mum had left his Steve. He had only been twenty. But that was then. He was a mechanic now at a local family-owned garage and was well liked by his boss. He had several friends with whom he often went on trips on their motor bikes. Their outings were often linked to hill-walking ventures. Scafell Pike was England’s highest mountain peak, and the Hardknott Pass was the steepest road in England. As a road it wasn’t just steep but very narrow and twisting. As a route it was challenging for both car and driver. Many drivers even found it a frightening experience.
Steve sat down and finished his meal, made and drank a cup of tea, then made his way into the living room to make his first ‘phone call of the evening. This conversation would be with Sheila, the Vicar at St Philip’s. He hoped that she wouldn’t try to draw him out during the call. He wanted to arrange something face-to-face. It would be a more awkward, but a more honest approach. He had Friday night in mind and wanted it to be sorted before Sunday. That would leave open the possibility of having George and Beryl over on Saturday.
He’d already left his diary and a pen by the side of the ‘phone.
“Hi, Sheila,” her phone had been picked up almost at once, “It’s Steve. Am I interrupting anything?”
“Oh, hello Steve,” Sheila sounded relaxed, “What can I do for you? You aren’t interrupting anything that can’t wait a few minutes.”
“I just wondered whether you’d be free on Friday evening after tea for a chat – your place or mine?” he said. “There’s just something that I need to get off my mind sooner rather than later.”
“Just let me check my diary Steve. I have it in front of me anyway. OK. What time did you have in mind?”
“Your evenings probably get booked up faster than mine Sheila. How would six-thirty be?”
“Could we make it at seven please Steve?” she countered, “and preferably here because I have another meeting at eight. Can you give me a quick idea what the nature of the problem is please?”
“Well, the Reader’s course is at the nub of it, but I’m having a bit of a crisis of faith,” he said. “I’m also going to ring George to speak to him after I’ve briefed you.”
“Ooh! Well, it sounds as if that will trump most things that I had planned to do. I’ll see you on Friday at seven then.”
Steve placed the receiver back on its rest, feeling relief. Now there was just George to call before he got back to an evening’s work. He picked up the handset again and dialled a number that he knew by heart.
The image that precedes the story today is ab actual Anglican church vicarage.
I’ve described St Philip’s in the story as having a spire and a lych gate so I looked for a church to photograph that satisfied the criteria. The Featured Photo appears to fit the bill.
I took the shot with my Fujifilm X-T4 26 MP cropped sensor mirrorless camera and a Fujinon XF 10-24 mm f/4 ultra-wide angle lens.
EXIF data were: 1/40 seconds @ f/6.4 and 10 mm. The ISO was 160.