Today’s tale continues Lottie’s story from last week.
‘There are fairies at the bottom of the garden.’
Lottie thought she must have misheard. She was sitting in the strange but cosy flat that was home to Tilly and her new husband, Wesley the young vicar.
Wesley continued ‘Yes, that’s the family story. Callum came home from university for the holidays, or at least it wasn’t his home as his parents had moved, upsized to a cottage with a long garden. Gardening was going to be their retirement project. Various relatives had gathered to see the new home, but it was Callum who was first to venture into the impenetrable overgrowth. It wasn’t called rewilding back then. Aunty Ruth, Callum’s cousin, was there, well she wasn’t an aunty then, a bit of a wild child, called in to say farewell before going off on her travels. She thought Callum a very studious serious chap, that’s why she was so surprised when he returned to the house with lots of scratches and an angry cat in his arms exclaiming ‘There are fairies at the bottom of the garden.’
He claimed he had caught the cat just in time, but the fairies could be in danger and must be protected in the interests of science.
‘Well’ said Lottie ‘he did have a science degree, but he never mentioned fairies. But then he never mentioned his family either.’
Charlotte paused with her fingers above the keyboard, then scrolled back to see if she had given Callum any family. Hmm not many family was different from not any family. Were his parents dead when Lottie met him? When did she meet him? He was the love of her life so they were probably young…. Perhaps this vicar chap could fill in some gaps for Lottie.
‘Wesley, do fill in a few gaps for me’ said Lottie ‘Callum was an only child?’
‘Yes, unusual for our family, they made sure he had a good education and had high hopes for him.’
‘And he is, was very successful in his career, but not arrogant, happy to support my career.’
‘But his parents did not get to share that success?’ mused Tilly ‘or have gran…’ she blushed and stuttered.
‘It’s okay,’ said Lottie ‘neither of us wanted children, we were happy as we were with each other and as his parents were supposedly dead there was no pressure.’
‘Were they dead?’ said Tilly, obviously enjoying this new family mystery.
‘Well they are now’ laughed Wesley ‘think they had him late in life, but I have no idea when they died.’
‘So when do we get to the part of the story that explains why Callum was estranged from his family. Is estranged too strong a word, lots of cousins don’t keep in touch.’
‘He was upset that nobody believed him, I mean if you really saw fairies it would be amazing. Alas no smart phones then, imagine if he had taken photos, put them on Facebook… anyway the first problem was that the cat was his parents’ new rescue cat, a spiteful creature apparently, but they adored him and Callum took it straight back to the rescue centre.’
‘But surely a cat couldn’t cause a family rift?’
‘Worse was to come. Callum found plenty of wood, wire netting etc in an old shed and erected a fence, creating a fairy sanctuary. He pleaded with his parents not to touch the bottom of the garden while he worked out how to set up observation, David Attenborough style and what experts he could find who would believe him.’
‘I can’t imagine that would be easy’ said Tilly. ‘I never thought about fairies seriously before, but how would they survive with all the dangers from foxes and human boots, it doesn’t bear thinking of.’
‘I agree’ said Lottie. ‘Callum did like butterflies and insects, would never kill a spider and it was bees that became his main work before it was fashionable to worry about bees.’
‘Oh how lovely,’ said Tilly ‘perhaps he was always hoping he would see fairies again.’
‘That is a nice thought, but why didn’t he tell me, I would not have laughed.’
‘I’m not sure I should tell you two ladies the rest of the story, you may find it disturbing as they say on the news.’
‘You have to tell us now’ said Tilly.
‘Callum was due to go off on a uni. expedition to Scotland or wherever, and he left with nobody believing a word he said, thought he was having them on, trying to be clever just because he had made it to university. When he returned a week later his parents had rotovated the whole garden ready for their vegetable beds and fruit trees.’
‘Oh no’ cried Tilly.
‘But then what happened?’ said Lottie.
‘I think he went back to carry on with his studies and no one heard from him again.’
‘He had Cousin Ruth’s address, so surely he had some notion he would get in touch one day.’
‘I’m sure he did’ said Tilly ‘and don’t you worry about what the rest of the family say this afternoon.’
Lottie’s heart sank, she just wanted to stay with Tilly and Wesley in their cosy nook.
‘Oh dear, what’s happening this afternoon?’
‘Round to Aunty Ruth’s to meet the rest of the family.’
‘But I thought I met them at dinner.’
‘Some of them.’
Lottie hoped to delay venturing out.
‘Tell me about this place, why is it called The Transept’.
‘De-consecrated church that was going to be sub divided into flats, but they only got ours in the east transept finished before lockdown and the builders going into liquidation. So we did some reclaiming and hold relaxed services in the nave, unofficially; the bishop is not quite sure what to do with us. You can come to messy church tomorrow, the rest of the family will be there.’
Lottie was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but after having writer’s block when Callum died she began to feel a romantic novel coming on, a novel about a renegade vicar…
‘I should tell you I don’t go to church Wesley.’
‘That’s okay, I don’t read your novels, romance not really my thing. But anyone can come to our services.’
Charlotte paused, that was enough writing for today. How on earth had fairies got into the story, oh yes, she was going to the offbeat writers group down by the river and their topic was fairies at the bottom of the garden.
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