‘You remembered to bring the presents…the apron, and the china dish?’ Fay said, glancing across at Alice.
‘Of course – and when I went back to the shops to buy them I knew they were things Mabel will like,’ Alice said. And I managed to find some pretty paper to wrap them in.’
‘And I’ve found a nice little box to put the Coty perfume in,’ Fay said.
Eve leaned forward for a moment. ‘I hope it won’t be too much of a shock to Mrs. Foulkes when we turn up,’ she said, and Fay interrupted.
‘Oh, she’ll be thrilled, you know she will – I spoke to Roger on the phone again to let him know we could all be there, and he was really pleased…really pleased,’ she said. She smiled across at the others. ‘Let’s hope old Foulksie shares his enthusiasm.’
Alice and Eve nodded. The farmer’s moods had always been unpredictable. Alice glanced back at Eve. ‘Do you think we should have brought something for Mr. Foulkes and Roger as well?’ she said. ‘Because we haven’t seen them for nearly two years have we…two years! Can you believe that it’s that long ago?’
Eve smiled. ‘I did think of bringing another tin of liniment for Mr. Foulkes’ arthritis,’ she said, ‘because my parents still swear that it works, but I forgot about it in the end.’ She giggled. ‘Will you ever forget Walter’s reaction when he opened that first tin I brought back for him? He nearly hit the ceiling, didn’t he!’
‘Well, it certainly did smell seriously strong,’ Alice said, ‘I remember it made my eyes fill up. Still – he did seem touched that he’d been given it, didn’t he? In fact, he was quite affable for a few minutes afterwards, and did admit later that the ointment had given him some relief.’ Alice paused. ‘He was such a funny old thing, wasn’t he…so different from Mabel…yet he also had a very kind side to him now and then, didn’t he?’
Eve agreed at once. ‘I shall never forget how sweet he was when we heard about Bath being blitzed,’ she said. ‘He seemed really upset and made Roger take us all there in the van, straightaway, to see how my parents had fared.’ She shuddered. ‘It was the worst moment of my life when we heard about it on the wireless…I imagined seeing our house just a pile of rubble with my mother and father buried somewhere underneath it.’
‘Well, thank heaven, you didn’t,’ Fay said. ‘And your parents made us so welcome when we arrived that morning, even able to provide us with a good lunch, despite everything.’ She glanced back at Eve. ‘It was really nice to meet them, Evie,’ she said, ‘even if the occasion wasn’t exactly ideal.’
There was silence for a few moments after that, Alice and Fay remembering the impression that Eve had given them of Mr. and Mrs. Miles. Eve had explained that her parents, both concert pianists, had been elderly when they’d had her, and that, growing up, she’d often felt in the way of their careers. But it was obvious on that morning after the Blitz that the family of three were very close and loved each other without question.
By now, the Austin had seen them safely out of the city and they were heading into the countryside. Eve leaned forward again.
‘Are you sure you know the way, Fay?’ she asked innocently. What a question to ask Fay Reynolds, new driver or not! Staring straight ahead of her, Fay said –
‘I am reluctant to dignify that question with a response, Eve Miles,’ she said. ‘But, yes, of course I know the bloody way. And so should you – Roger took us to and from the farm many, many times, didn’t he…don’t you recognize any of it? Any of the countryside?’
Alice spoke up. ‘Won’t it be funny – I mean strange – to see everything again?’ she said. ‘Home Farm was just that –our home – for four whole years. None of us had a clue what was expected of us, did we…digging millions of potatoes, milking the cows, mucking out the pigs…it was another world! And after a few shocks, we did it, didn’t we? Somehow we did it, did everything they asked us to, and we even enjoyed it…didn’t we? Most of it?’ She turned to look at the others, and they both agreed.
‘And you have to admit, there were compensations,’ Fay pointed out. ‘Like Mabel’s fantastic suppers. I shall never forget them, and honestly I didn’t think it was possible to feel so hungry at the end of the day and to eat so much food! We didn’t even think about rationing while we were at the farm did we? We forgot all about it. And it was always so peaceful there we hardly thought about the war, either, did we…not until the Bath raid.’
‘And not until the Americans arrived in the village,’ Alice said thoughtfully.
‘But what’s really, really weird,’ Eve said, ‘is how we put it all behind us afterwards. When we left, it so quickly became the past, didn’t it? Something that happened, and then had gone. For ever. I mean, in no time at all, those four years seemed just an intrusion into our lives, and then it all came to an abrupt end and we just carried on where we’d left off.’ She shook her head briefly. ‘Doesn’t that feel weird to you?’
‘The thing is, Evie,’ Alice said, ‘we were the fortunate ones, weren’t we? None of us came to any harm – despite the raids. And we haven’t lost anyone, either…no one we love was killed, were they? But there are many thousands who did die during the raids, and many others whose husbands or brothers or sons will never return. I don’t expect the war feels quite such a passing thing to them, because the effects will go on for ever, won’t they?’
‘Yer – hang on, you two!’ Fay exclaimed. ‘We’re on our way to a birthday party, not a bloody wake! Stop being so morbid – and there are some barley sugars in my bag, Alice – pass some around.’
Alice did as she was told and they motored on, each noting one or two familiar landmarks as they went. And presently, Fay said – glancing at her watch – ‘It’s nearly 4.30…do you think milking is all done by now? We’re about ten minutes away I should think.’
‘Well, I certainly hope that Mrs. Foulkes is not expected in the milking parlour on her birthday,’ Alice said. ‘So it’ll probably be all right if we turn up soon,’ she added.
Thanks to all the rain which the country had endured during the first four months of the year, the country roads were pitted and soggy, and Fay drove slowly along trying to avoid having mud up to the axles of her car. But presently, they went around a familiar, sharp bend, then down the half-mile hill they all knew so well, and Home Farm was in sight. They were there. They were “home”.
‘Well well well, my luvvers!’ Mabel Foulkes exclaimed. ‘Now then – Roger – what ’ave you been plottin’!’
Mabel’s face was a picture of excitement – and disbelief – when she came to the farmhouse door and saw the three girls standing there, and as they started chanting “Happy birthday to you” in unison, she came forward and drew them all into her, hugging them over and over again. And then Roger appeared behind her, grinning – and clearly pleased that his surprise for his mother had worked.
They all went into the farmhouse, everyone talking at once, then Mabel moved over to the range where the kettle was boiling, and started to fill the huge teapot. She turned to look over her shoulder at the girls.
‘Rog made me bake a birthday cake,’ she said, ‘which I thought was unusual because ’ee don’t like cake much, but now I know why, an’ who was comin’ to ’elp us eat it!’
Presently, with the farmer there as well, now – he’d been let in on the secret – everyone sat around the kitchen table and watched while Roger lit the candles, one by one, for his mother to blow out.
‘Well, I never,’ Mabel said slowly as she looked around her. ‘I ’ad no idea any of this was ’appenin’…and ’tis wonderful to see you all again, my luvvers,’ she added fondly. She paused. ‘’Sbeen lonely ’ere