John and Helen booked themselves in a country hotel. They were surprised how quiet, peaceful and beautiful the country is. Helen found a book describing various walks. Taking some walks they started to relax. They enjoyed also the local food. Soon the week was over and John promised to take Helen there more often. On the way home John pulls over and parks at a lay-by. He apologized for the affair he had and promised it would not happened again.
“Good morning , my name is John Brown. I have booked a double room for a week for my wife and I.”
“Good morning, sir, yes, it is room 106 on the first floor. Paul will bring up your luggage. I hope you will have a pleasant stay. If you have any request please let me know. I am the manager here, my name is Mr Grant.”
“Thank you. It is what we were looking for. Right in the country and peace and quiet,” said Mr. Brown.
“I am glad to hear it. It is quieter now in the middle of September because the big holiday season is over but we still have a few couples staying with us.”
“Would it be possible to have a pot of tea, smoked salmon sandwiches and some cakes” asked Mr Brown. ”We see there is a table free right by the bay window. It would be lovely to enjoy a pot of tea, after our journey, and have a bite to eat.”
“Of course, we will bring it over there in a minute,” said Mr Grant.
They walked over to the window and sat down at the table enjoying the beautiful view over the village and harbour. It was bathed in sunshine and a few boats were cruising up and down the river. On the far site the rolling hills were covered by forest.
“Oh, John, how did you find this paradise? I can’t believe it having left all the hustle and bustle behind. Look at that scenery.”
“I’m glad you like it, Helen. You deserve it. We shall have a lazy week and enjoy the tranquillity. It will do us both good. It is what we needed, after all.”
After they had their tea, they strolled down to the village. It had only one main road and as they walked down they saw a quaint old sweet shop.
“Good God, I’d never thought I would see that again. It’ll bring back memories. Where I used to live, the sweet shop was round the corner and my brothers and sisters were forever pressing our noses flat on the window. The shop owner came our sometimes, not often enough, and gave us sweets. I guess to get rid of us. I would have never thought I will see that again. I had forgotten all about that sweetshop,” said John.
“John, isn’t it a beautiful old village? I am glad we made up our mind and came. Look at this old post office still going strong. I must try and find a book about the history of that village. I am sure it’ll be interesting.
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