GOOL PERAN LOWEN

 

Gool Peran Lowen

It’s St Pirans’s Day

He’s revered by “Tinners”

Since their heyday

For sharing the secrets

Of Mining Tin, they say

VEGAN PASTIE

 

I just had a vegan pastie,

Which wasn’t bad at all,

It wasn’t Cornish though,

It was made in Quornwall

GOOL PERAN LOWEN

 

Gool Peran Lowen

It’s St Piran’s Day

He’s revered by “Tinners”

Since their heyday

For sharing the secrets

Of Mining Tin, they say

TOM BAWCOCK'S EVE, (23rd December)

 

Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock

Went out to fish beneath a storm filled sky

To lift a famine from the village, and to honour him

They hold an annual festival and eat Stargazy pie

CHEWIDDEN THURSDAY

 

On White Thursday

It’s St Chewidden’s Day

He’s revered by “Tinners”

Since their heyday

For sharing the secrets

Of Smelting they say

 

(On the last clear Thursday before (i.e. at least one week before) Christmas)

VEGAN PASTIE

 

I just had a vegan pastie,

Which wasn’t bad at all,

It wasn’t Cornish though,

It was made in Quornwall

GOOL PERAN LOWEN

 

Gool Peran Lowen

It’s St Piran’s Day

He’s revered by “Tinners”

Since their heyday

For sharing the secrets

Of Mining Tin, they say

TOM BAWCOCK'S EVE

 Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock

Went out to fish beneath a storm filled sky

To lift a famine from the village, and to honour him

They hold an annual festival and eat Stargazy pie

CHEWIDDEN THURSDAY

 

On White Thursday

It’s St Chewidden’s Day

He’s revered by “Tinners”

Since their heyday

For sharing the secrets

Of Smelting they say

 

(On the last clear Thursday before (i.e. at least one week before) Christmas)

PICROUS DAY

 

Picrous Day was a festival celebrated

By the tin miners of east Cornwall

“The feast of the discovery of Tin”

Which gives no credit to St Piran at all

 

(The 2nd Thursday before Christmas)

 

Uncanny Tales – (007) The Peverell Girl’s

 

When the worldwide financial meltdown occurred, the Peverell sisters found themselves left high and dry by events far outside of their control, the architect of their dire situation was not the greed of bankers or the ineptitude of politicians or the financial recession, but the stupidity of the Peverell men.

Trevelyan, the patriarch of the family and his brother Kenwyn had over invested in high-risk stocks and shares and lost virtually everything, and if that wasn’t bad enough, they then proceeded to commit fraud in an attempt to recover their losses.

As a result, along with the family silver, Trevelyan lost his mind and was committed to the asylum while Uncle Kenwyn took all the remaining cash, he could lay his hands on and disappeared, and the girls believed it highly unlikely he’d ever be seen again.

 

The Peverell family had been Cornish landowners for centuries, but Peverell Hall, and the majority of the land it sat on, had to be sold to pay off the huge debts resulting from the brother’s dubious stock market speculations and criminality.

Trevelyan’s eldest daughter, Morwenna Singleton, was the hardest hit by events, because following the premature death of her husband, Leonard, in a riding accident when she was 30, she had made running the Hall and the Estate her entire life. 

Also displaced by the enforced sale of the Hall was Talwyn, who along with her husband, Chris Patterson, ran the Estate farm.

Karensa also derived her livelihood from the Estate as she was the jack-of-all-trades, hands on general maintenance handywoman.

The youngest sister, Demelza, was the only one that lived and worked away from home as a partner in a firm of accountants, but she planned her return immediately the Peverell’s began circling the wagons.

Under the circumstance’s no one would have blamed them if they had all gone mad themselves or for signing themselves into the local funny farm, but the sisters were made of sterner stuff than the inept Peverell men.

 

The family was not entirely impoverished, they still owned several properties and small farms in the village of Peverell St Just, in fact they owned the whole village and its environs. 

However, the only reason the unscrupulous brothers didn’t sell their holdings in St Just was that they were unable to do so.

It was because of a clause in their great-grandfather, Perran’s, will which, prohibited the sale of any of the land or properties, however they were able to derive an income from them.

Perran Peverell was very ill when he made the unusual stipulation in a codicil, which was to prevent his brother Yestin, who was of unscrupulous character, from plundering the inheritance of Perran’s children who were at the time not of an age to manage their own affairs.

It had come to Perran’s attention that Yestin was planning to sell the village lock stock and barrel the moment his brother was in the ground.

The story in the family was that Yestin flew into such a rage when the will was read that he had to be physically restrained from throttling the solicitor. 

It was a stroke of genius on the old man’s part, it was just a shame that the Estate proper eventually ended up in the hands of Trevelyan and Kenwyn, who turned out to be as bad as Yestin. 

 

So, it was through Peverell St Just that matriarchal Morwenna now saw her family’s salvation and her sisters rallied around her.

Peverell St Just wasn’t a large village and it and its environs consisted of 42 cottages, 3 houses, 2 large farms and a smaller one, a pub, a church, a rectory, a village shop, and a railway station, but it would have to be enough.

 

The Rector of St Just’s church was Howel Peverell, who was Morwenna’s cousin, and it was at the Rectory, with him, his wife Jane and their 3-year-old son, Talan, that she initially directed operations, as apart from being the Rector of the parish, Howel was also the rent collector and de facto Estate manager.

“Are you going to take over?” Howel asked

“Yes” she replied

“Thank God for that” he said

“Don’t you like the job?” Morwenna asked

“Absolutely not” he confessed “I know my true vocation”

After that they spent half a day going over the books and the list of outstanding repairs and the vacant properties.

“I think the girls and I will take that one” Morwenna said pointing at a spot on a map of the village.

“It needs some work” Howel said “In fact it needs a lot of work”

“Karensa will soon get it ship shape” she replied “and then we’ll get out of your hair”

 

The detached Dolcoath house, Morwenna had chosen, was originally built for one of the mine managers along with its neighbour, another detached property called Hingston House, both names after two Peverell mines nearby, and the two houses, along with the Rectory were set apart from the old miner’s cottages.

Karensa arrived the next day and quickly got down to work on Dolcoath House and two weeks later she had made the house habitable enough for her and Morwenna to take up residence.

Simultaneously Talwyn and husband Chris started work on the much-neglected Poldark Farm and lived in a caravan on site while Karensa continued to work on the house.

The youngest sister Demelza was the last to arrive in the village, 12 weeks later than the others as she had been working abroad, in Devon, she was the only one who had a job in the real world, so she needed to work her notice and settle her affairs.

Karensa was still working on the house aided and abetted by a local lad called Alan Amos so as a result of the ongoing work Demelza had to stay at the Rectory and it was there that they had the first big family meeting.

 

When all the Peverell’s were gathered, it was Demelza who kicked off the meeting.

“Well, I’ve gone over the books with a fine toothcomb and it could be worse” she began

“As of this moment we have more money coming in than we have going out”

“I sense a “but” coming” Morwenna said

“But there isn’t enough to support us all” Demelza said “not for long anyway”   

“So, what do we do?” Pongo asked, Pongo was Chris Patterson’s nickname, well-earned due to his propensity to deliver rancid foul-smelling silent farts.

“Well, you and Tal can concentrate on Poldark Farm and growing produce to feed us”   

Morwenna said

“That won’t save us much” Karensa pointed out

“No, but every little helps” Demelza said

“But what will make a difference is maximising our rental income on the vacant properties”

“How many vacant properties are there?” Karensa asked

“There are 14 empty cottages and the railway buildings” Demelza replied

“The problem is we don’t have the money to fix them up” Karensa explained “not even to a basic standard and we don’t even have enough to finish the work on Dolcoath House”

“Well, I can help with that” Demelza said

“How?” asked Morwenna

“I’ve just sold my house in Plymouth” she replied “And my share of the firm”

“No, we can’t let you do that Dem” Morwenna said

“Nonsense Wen” she responded “it was bought with Peverell money, so it’s only right it comes back to the Peverell’s”

Demelza brooked no more discussion on the matter and as a result the money was put to good use.

 

All that year and all of the next the Peverell’s worked hard to get the family finances back in shape.

Karensa, Alan and a handful of local tradesmen completed the work on the 8-bedroom Dolcoath House before refurbishing the farmhouse at Poldark farm, they then moved on to complete the vacant cottages and were well on the way to doing the same to the railway station.

With Talwyn and Pongo living in the farmhouse and the remaining Peverell’s moved in under one roof, Morwenna was ready to take in paying guests in the remaining rooms with the help of Demelza, because it was Dem who set up the website and managed the advertising and the resulting bookings.  

Meanwhile Talwyn and Pongo worked all the hours God sent to get the small Poldark farm producing enough food for the family.

Howel, the Rector and his wife Jane also mucked in, in-between church duties, and showing formidable resilience the Peverell’s rose phoenix like from the ashes of financial disaster.

 

The village of Peverell St Just was first built in the 18^th Century to house the tin miners of the area and the railway was built a hundred years later primarily to transport the tin Orr out of Cornwall for processing.

The last local mine closed in 1934 and the railway soon followed, and the rails were all removed for scrap metal to be used in the war effort at the start of World War Two.

The buildings survived and over the following years were used for storage, mainly for the adjacent Poldark Farm as the station property backed onto it, and the village itself suffered with the decline of mining and many residents moved away.

Those who stayed turned to farming or fishing to earn a living and hung on by their finger ends.

More moved away with the start of the war, but others moved in to replace them as the RAF built a radar station on the headland two miles from the village and the operators were billeted in Peverell St Just.

Farming and fishing thrived in the post war years and the RAF’s presence remained in the area until the late 50’s when tourists arrived in force to replace them and the fortunes of the village changed again. 

Of course, it was due to changing fortunes that led to the Peverell girls having to relocate themselves to Peverell St Just, where they set about to, if not reverse them, then at least improve them.

The only means at their disposal to do this, as they were unable to sell any of the properties, was to maximise the rental income by renovating the empty properties, this was not however a speedy process with their limited resources. 

 

By the Spring of the third year in St Just, Karensa and co had already finished the railway station, the adjacent pump house and had just started converting the signal boxes into small holiday lets, they would be followed by the workshops, engine sheds and ancillary buildings which would all be converted to accommodations where possible.

It was fortunate for the girls that the railway was already defunct by the time the rail network was nationalized after the war and was not as a result part of the general compulsory purchase.

Chiefly it meant they had more properties to rent or let, which was the task of baby of the family, Demelza, to manage.

Demelza Miller was 30 years old and recently returned from abroad, namely Plymouth where she was a partner in a firm of accountants, one of the other partners being her ex-husband.

She married Gary straight after University and they were married for two years and divorced for five before she returned to Cornwall.

It was the sale of her house in Plymouth and her share of the firm that filled the Peverell’s War chest.

She had remained single after the divorce, which hurt her more than she would admit, and she had loved Gary and thought he was the one, so she was in no hurry to repeat her mistakes.

Demelza was the same stature as her oldest sister Morwenna but was a slimmer version of her.

She also had the tell-tale red hair of the Peverell’s and the striking Celtic blue eyes.

With everyone in the family doing their bit, her role was for the most part far removed from her former professional life, although she did do the family accounts. 

In addition to the bookkeeping, she also set up and maintained the website, did the advertising, the bookings and where necessary she worked with a local girl, Verity Small, doing the housekeeping.

 

It was quite fortuitous that the majority of the cottage lets were long term, which meant there was 100 percent yield on them.

The holiday lets, though good, were by their very nature seasonal.

Not that they had no tourists out of season, there were always the hardy types, ramblers, climbers, twitchers, or the fishing fraternity.

She had done rather well with the web site, with virtual tours of the village, the lets and the surrounding countryside.

But even so, a large number of properties were unoccupied for more than a third of the year.

Demelza was doing her best to address that shortfall which was why she was particularly pleased that she had let the railway station within a week of its completion for a minimum of 12 months.

The tenant to be, was a writer of crime fiction, famous by all accounts, though she’d never heard of him, who wanted a change of scene to somewhere quiet and out of the way.

 

It was the end of May when Demelza saw, through her office window, an unfamiliar yellow car pull up outside Dolcoath House.

She opened the desk draw and picked up some keys and then went outside.

“Mr Burrell?” she called as he got out of the car.

“That’s me” he replied, and he walked towards her and offered his hand and said

“Nathan Burrell”

“Demelza Miller” she said taking his hand

“Everything is ready for you”

“Excellent” he said

“You can leave your car there for the minute, it will be quicker to walk from here”

“Fine” he agreed “I could do with stretching my legs”

Demelza led the way and Nathan Burrell followed and after a few minutes she asked

“So, are you a famous writer?” 

“Fairly” he replied “If you happen to like crime novels”

“I see” she said

“You don’t like crime novels then?” he said

“Not really my thing” she confessed

“I’m surprised you didn’t Google me then” Nathan said sensing a purpose to her line of questioning

“Well, I did actually” she confessed “And I was wondering if I might ask a favour”

“Ask away” he said congenially

“Well, it would be a feather in our cap if we could mention you on the website” Demelza said hopefully “But I would quite understand it if you were hoping to keep a low profile” 

He laughed heartily in response and said

“I think if I wanted to be inconspicuous, I probably wouldn’t drive a yellow car”

Demelza giggled in response to his comment just as they reached the converted railway station.

The rails had long since gone and had been replaced by a private lane that ran from the village road up as far as the North signal box.

“Here we are” she said and walked up on to the platform and unlocked the front door.

The door would have originally opened into a storeroom, but it was now the hall and everything else inside had changed too.

The “Ladies” and “Gents” toilets had been knocked through into one bathroom, the ticket office was now the kitchen and the vestibule had French doors at each end and was now the dining room.

“This is perfect” he said when she showed him the waiting room that had been converted into a small lounge.

“It’s a bit snug” she said apologetically

“Exactly, that’s just what it is the “Snug”” Nathan said “this is where I’ll spend most of my time”

Demelza then showed him, what was once the station masters office, which was now the bedroom.

“There is only the one bedroom” She said “but if you have guests then the pump house on the opposite side of the lane is available to let, or we do B&B at Dolcoath House”

“Ok that’s good to know” Nathan replied

“Are you likely to have guests to stay?” she asked

“More than likely” he replied “My publisher Richard will probably come down to make sure I’m working hard”

“Oh, he’s a tough task master then?” asked Demelza

“He’s relentless” Nathan replied

“I see”

“And of course, Ruth will come down” he added

“It that your wife?” She asked

“No” he replied and laughed

“Girlfriend then?” she said 

“No, Ruth is my sister” he explained “she’ll definitely be down to check up on me”

Demelza unlocked the doors onto a small patio and beyond it where the old station car park used to be, was the semi-formal back garden full of spring flowers with raised beds made from old railway sleepers.

“Wow that’s lovely” Nathan said, “Did you do this?”

“No way” She replied and laughed “I am useless with plants”

“What even house plants?” he asked

“Yes” she answered “I kill them all, they no nothing but drought or flood and then they die”

“Oh dear, so who does have green fingers?” he asked

“My sister Talwyn” Demelza replied “and my other sister Karensa did the conversion”

“Another sister?” Nathan asked

“Yes” she replied

“How many of you are there?” He asked

“Just the four” she replied

 

About a week after Nathan had moved in Demelza had just finished showing a birdwatcher to the newly completed North Signal box and was on her way back to Dolcoath House, this took her past the station, so she decided to call in and see if Mr Burrell was settling in ok.

She hadn’t seen him since the day he arrived, and she was surprised to find that she was disappointed about it.

It surprised Demelza firstly because she didn’t believe in instant attraction and secondly because he wasn’t really her type.

She liked tall, well-made men, big and cuddly, and Nathan was about her height and a bit scrawny.

He wasn’t bad looking though, he had a good sense of humour and he was the same age as her.

She knocked on the door and waited a moment and suddenly felt a little foolish and decided to go, but just as turned away the door opened.

“Mrs Miller! Come in” Nathan said “Just in time, the kettle has just boiled”

“Call me Demelza” she said “Thank you, I was just passing so I thought I’d see if you’d settled in ok”

“Fine, fine” he said “come and have a cuppa, you’re just in time for elevenses”

“Oh ok” Demelza said “Elevenses at 10 o’clock, how very decadent”

“I like to be flexible” Nathan said

“Unfortunately, Morwenna runs a very tight ship and doesn’t allow impromptu refreshment breaks” Demelza said

“Who is Morwenna?” Nathan asked as he poured the hot water

“She’s my big sister and she’s very regimented” Demelza replied

“She’s lovely though and she’s a brilliant cook”

“What about you?” he asked as he put a mug in front of her

“What do you mean?”

“Are you a good cook?” he asked

“Me? No, I burn water” she replied

Nathan smiled as he sat down opposite her and said

“So, if you can’t cook and you kill plants, what can you do?”

“I’m an accountant” she said proudly “so my forte is bookkeeping and now I do all the accounts for the business”

“So, your skill is that you can count?” said Nathan and laughed

“No, my skill is that I can use a calculator” she said and laughed herself.

 

A few days later it was Demelza’s day off and as was her habit on such days she spent it walking through the woodland down to the coastal path and then along the coast to Port Just and then back to the village, it was a well-worn route from her childhood that she had reacquainted herself with since her return.

It was also her escape from the family, the business and the mundane.

 

As she walked back through the village she was really looking forward to a coffee, she checked her watch, and it was only half past two.

Morwenna didn’t serve afternoon refreshment until four, so she decided to go and see Nathan and avail herself of the station buffet.

She walked up the slope on to what used to be the platform that was now the front porch, then Demelza knocked the door and it opened almost immediately

“Hello Demelza” he said, “Come in, do you want coffee?”

“I thought you’d never ask” she said

“Well, you’re in luck” he said “the kettle has just boiled”

“Your kettle has always just boiled” Demelza said and laughed

After Nathan had made the drinks, he suggested they sit out on the patio and after they settled themselves Dem asked

“So how are you getting on with the writing?”

“It’s going well” he replied

“Not too quiet for you?” she quizzed

“No, I wanted somewhere quiet” Nathan replied “I’m easily distracted you see”

“I know” she said, “but why here?”

“I’ve always been fond of Cornwall” he replied somewhat unconvincingly “And I’ve also always had a hankering to live in a railway station”

“That’s all very well but why not somewhere like California?” she asked

“Well, I like the four-season climate” Nathan replied

“Waking up to the same weather day after day would be a distraction in itself”

“California isn’t reflective of the whole country” she persisted “There are other places to go, quiet places, that even have disused railway stations”

“I just didn’t fancy it” he said

“Don’t you like travel?” she asked, “or is it something else?”

She noticed his discomfiture at her questions and thought for a moment to when she had googled him, she had seen pictures of him on his website in New York City at a literary awards event and she also recollected a picture of Nathan Burrell on board a ship with the Statue of Liberty in the background.

“You travelled to New York on a Liner, didn’t you?” she asked

“Yes, I did” he admitted “A couple of times”

“But you did it because you’re scared to fly” she announced triumphantly

“I wouldn’t say scared exactly” he responded in some discomfort

“You wuss” she said and disintegrated into laughter

 

Later, after she had calmed down, as she finished her third mug of coffee Nathan asked

“So how come you’re not in a hurry today?”

“It’s my day off” she replied

“And this is the most exciting thing you could find to do on such a lovely day” he asked

“Well, I’ve been walking” she said

“You can come with me next time; I promise it’s not scary”

Nathan realised he was not going to easily live down his fear of flying and he similarly realised that it mattered to him what she thought of him.

 

Over the next month Nathan was increasingly distracted by the fact that Dem hadn’t been around for coffee.

He had thought on their last meeting they had made a connection and had even made a date of sorts, and Nathan tried to put it out of his mind and put it down to his innate inability to read women.

One thing he was sure of was that his writing was suffering, what little there was of it.

 

Nathan needn’t have worried, the reason she hadn’t been around was nothing to do with him, her father Trevelyan had been rushed into hospital after he had suffered a suspected heart attack, so the sisters all rushed to his bedside in Truro, his condition was serious but stable, but the prognosis was uncertain.

Despite what he had done he was still their father, so they took it in turns to stay with him.

So Morwenna and Talwyn did the first week and Karensa and Demelza took the second and so on, and as a result of being short-handed and bookings at an all-time high, things had been so busy that Demelza had not only been unable to visit Nathan for coffee but had even had to forgo her days off and her walks of freedom.      

 

By the middle of July, Nathan had given up trying to figure out why he hadn’t seen Demelza, twice he had been to the office looking for her and on both occasions his trip proved fruitless.

“Maybe she’s gone on holiday” he said to himself as he closed the front door on a rainy Thursday morning when he was on his way to the office for a third time in as many weeks.

He walked briskly up the lane towards Dolcoath House and as he walked up the steps to the front door, he caught sight of Demelza through the window and he suddenly got butterflies in his stomach and he chastised himself for his foolishness.

“You’re a grown man for goodness sake” he said to himself and opened the door.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold Demelza turned to see who it was, and her face lit up in recognition.

“Hi Nathan” she said and beamed a glorious smile at him

“Hello stranger” He responded, “Have you been on your hols?”

“No” she replied wanting to tell him the whole story but said instead

“My Dad was taken ill”

“Oh God I’m so sorry” He gushed “Is he ok?”

“As he ever will be” she replied again, still holding back and then quickly changed the subject

“So, what brings you to my inner sanctum?” She asked “You’re way too early for coffee, our habits aren’t as liberal as you arty types”

“I was hoping to rent the old pump house for a week” Nathan said

“Oh ok” she said “this is where I get to show you that I can do more than just take impromptu coffee breaks”

She turned her attention to her monitor and tapped something on the keyboard.

“When did you have in mind?” she asked “We are pretty well booked at the moment”

“Sometime in the next few weeks”

“I can do the first week of August, if that’s any good” she offered

“Perfect” he replied

“And what name?” Demelza asked

“Ruth Bunyon” He replied

“Oh, your sister?” she said

“Yes, she’s coming to check up on me and to make sure I’m eating properly and having regular bowel movements” Nathan replied and they both laughed

“Is she older or younger?” Dem asked

“10 years older” he replied “When our mum died Ruth took on the roll even though she was only 16”

“She’s very special to you, isn’t she?” Dem asked

“Absolutely, she’s an amazing person, and she still mothers me even though she has a family of her own”

“I look forward to meeting her” she said genuinely

“Thank you” he said “perhaps the three of us go out for a meal together”

“That would be lovely” Demelza said “but the nearest restaurant is 30 miles away”

“Oh well come to mine then and I’ll cook” Nathan suggested

“You can cook?” she said in total surprise

“Come to dinner and find out” he said

“Ok that would be lovely” she said and meant it.

Nathan was on his way out the door when he turned back and said

“Oh, and while I remember, could I also book a room here for the week after next, for one night, any day is fine, in the name of Richard Pruitt?”

“More family?” she asked

“Publisher” he replied “coming to jolly me along”

“Oh, I see too many coffee breaks” Dem said

“Talking of which will you be popping in?” he asked hopefully

“No not this week I’m afraid, I have so much to catch up on” she replied with true regret

“Next week then” he suggested

“Definitely, it’s a date” Demelza replied and blushed a little at her Freudian slip, which Nathan noticed and set his butterflies off again.

 

For the rest of the week Nathan knuckled down and made some significant progress on his writing and by the end of it he said to himself

“That should take the wind out of Richards sails”

On Friday Morning he was just contemplating a coffee break when there was a knock on the door and to his surprise and delight it was Demelza

“Good Morning” she said brightly

“Hi, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you this week”

“I got my head down and by burning the midnight oil, I caught up”

She said “So I have earned a day off and as it’s such a lovely day, I thought you might like to join me on my walk”

“Well, as I too have been working hard, and have produced my quota of chapters to keep Richard happy, I have also earned a day off, so I’d love to, am I alright as I am?”

He asked as he was wearing shorts and a polo shirt

“Apart from the slippers” she replied and laughed

 

Demelza had felt guilty about not telling Nathan the whole story about her father’s illness, so on the walk down to the coastal path she finally unburdened herself.

Dem told him of Trevelyan and Kenwyn’s mismanagement of the family funds, the fraud and the formers committal and the latter’s absconding and the consequences to the Peverell sisters.

Each uncomfortable word came harder than the one preceding it as she drew them out into loose painful sentences.

Demelza got to the part about having to give up her job, her house and her life to return to the village of her childhood, at which point her voice faltered so Nathan took her hand and then kissed her as the Atlantic waves broke over the rocks below the coastal path.

When they continued on their way Demelza gripped his hand tightly and the words flowed easily from her.

 

Although three years apart, thirty-three-year-old Karensa Peverell, and her older sister Talwyn could easily have passed for twins and they were smaller than their other siblings, leaner and wiry.

Like her sisters she had the tell-tale red hair of the Peverell’s and the striking Celtic blue eyes.

Where they differed however was that Karrie was always a tomboy and Tally was a girlie girl.

When her sisters were all playing with dolls Karrie was playing football, climbing trees, and riding her BMX and she spent her teenage years covered in bruises and sporting grazed knees while Tally had perfect hair and painted nails.

But apart from not wearing frocks and dressing like a teenage boy she was also blessed with the ability to work with her hands.

She built herself a tree house when she was eleven, without any adult help at all, but if there was something, she didn’t know how to do she wasn’t afraid to ask, and she was a quick learner.

By the time she was 18 she could turn her hand to practically anything and she made a niche for herself working on the Estate.

But as competent as she was, Karensa was inside a protective bubble on the Estate that kept her safely in her comfort zone, so for Karrie the financial collapse of the family had actually been the best thing that could ever have happened to her.

She had been protected from the world but in truth Karensa was the best suited to cope with adversity, it actually made her stronger.

When Morwenna had first spoken to her about making Dolcoath House habitable she found that she revelled in the challenge and after the first full family meeting and she was given carte blanch to renovate the vacant stock, as well as the station, signal boxes and press on with the outbuilding conversions, she was in her element.

 

The first thing Karensa did before starting work on the Dolcoath House was to persuade a local lad called Alan Amos to work with her.

She had worked with him a couple of times in the past on Estate jobs and she knew that between them they had all the necessary skills to get the job done no matter what problems might arise, and besides that she fancied the pants off him.

He was a couple of years younger than her, six-foot-tall with dark curly hair and crystal blue eyes and she thought he was “well buff”.

Apart from being fit he also knew about the local labour, who was good, who was bad and who was honest and who couldn’t be trusted, he also had a contact he could get cheap materials from, which was an added bonus as Demelza held the purse strings quite firmly.

 

Alan and Karensa worked well as a team, she was a great planner and time manager, and Alan knew how to get the best out of the labourers but they both got their hands dirty.

Once Dolcoath House was completed Alan said he was off to Bristol for a few months on a shop fitting job.

This was worse news than when she found out her father had lost his marbles.

“It’s three months guaranteed work and its good money too,” he said

“Well, I know I can’t match the money, but I can guarantee a year’s work at least” Karrie said

“Only if you and your sisters can make a go of it,” Alan said

“We will,” she said resolutely

The truth was he didn’t want to go to Bristol any more than she wanted him to, but he had to know that she wanted him to stay, he really liked her, but he’d been hurt before and he wasn’t keen for it to happen again, but he looked at her and the earnest expression on her face.

“Ok, I’ll give you a year and we’ll see how it goes” he said, and her expression changed instantly, and he had his answer.

 

Over the next 12 months they saw each other at their best and their worst as they tackled first the cottage renovations and then the very tricky conversions.

But as each problem presented itself, with their combined grit they solved them one by one, but the one problem neither of them could solve was how to make the transition from work mates to lovers.

Everyone else knew the disposition of their hearts, even Howel, the Rector, who was the least worldly person in the south west of England, knew they were a couple in waiting.

Alan had tried to ask her out countless times but always bottled out at the last minute, because there was always that niggling doubt in the back of his mind that if he asked her out and she said no, then it would make things awkward between them and he might even have to leave.

The same thought had crossed her mind on many occasions as well, but she had decided it was worth the risk but every time she was about to broach the subject, they were interrupted either by one of her sisters or a labourer or the phone.

As a result, things were getting desperate, it was obvious to her that he was never going to ask her, and it seemed that fate was conspiring to prevent her from asking him.

 

It all came to a head at the progress meeting at Dolcoath House in the March, two years after they had returned to Peverell St Just and were just starting their third.

Morwenna gave a matriarchal speech praising everyone’s efforts,

Talwyn and Pongo gave a status report on Poldark farm and its expected yield for the coming year, Karensa and Alan updated everyone on the timetable for the remaining renovation work, Howel spoke at length on their spiritual wellbeing and Demelza gave a statement on the finances and pronounced them to be solvent.

There were mutterings of approval and then under any other business Morwenna stood up and said.

“I would like to say in addition how proud I am of everyone here for pulling together, and I don’t want to single out anyone for special treatment, but I have two tickets here for the multiplex in Truro, and the lucky recipient is” She paused briefly for effect

“Karensa”

A round of applause rippled around the room

“Um thanks” she said bemusedly

“Alan” Morwenna said in her most fearsome voice

“Yyyes” he stammered

“Are you free Saturday night?” she asked, and he was a little afraid, and unsure of how to answer, as he was terrified that Morwenna was going to ask him out

“Yes” he replied

“Good” she said “You are now going to the pictures”

“Ok” he said and gave Karensa a sideways glance to which she shrugged in response

“Ok everyone Karensa and Alan are going out on Saturday night” Wen announced “Together!”

“Hooray” Tally said as Alan smiled at Karrie who returned his smile and blushed

“Halleluiah” Demelza said as she looked on

“The Lord be praised” Howel added

 

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Trevelyan’s eldest daughter Morwenna Singleton was the hardest hit by the events that had displaced them from their ancestral home.

She had been alone since the premature death of her husband, Leonard, in a riding accident when she was 30, and she had subsequently made running the Hall her entire life. 

Morwenna was still an attractive woman though fast approaching 40.

Like her sisters she had the tell-tale red hair of the Peverell’s and the striking Celtic blue eyes.

She had a fuller figure than her sister Demelza, who she most resembled, but she carried it well.

She had been a widow for almost 10 years, and she was lonely, she had her family all around her and she loved them dearly but that wasn’t the same as having someone to snuggle up to at the end of the day, someone to share the mundane minutiae of the day with.

She had loved Leonard and she hadn’t felt whole since his death and she still missed him terribly.

However, despite her loneliness, she couldn’t think of herself, not yet Wen was the matriarch of the family and had to be strong for everyone else.

She ran a tight ship, the B&B, the cottages, and the holiday lets, the whole enterprise and she was a tough taskmaster, but beneath the strong unbreechable veneer, her sisters knew she was a warm loving person.

 

Morwenna had been pleased and proud in equal measure at how everyone had rallied around and helped to forge new lives for themselves.

It had been hard for everyone, Demelza gave up her job and sold her house to give them a war chest, but she had been rewarded in the most special way as she had met and fallen in love with a writer called Nathan Burrell, though not one of Wen’s favourite crime authors.

Tally and her husband Chris were just at the point where they were considering a family when the rug was pulled from under them, but they still had each other.

Karensa had bloomed since they had been in the village, she was a stronger, more resilient, and happier person, even more so, since her and Alan finally became an item, with Wen’s help.

Only she was alone, she was immensely happy for her siblings though.

 

It was 10.05am on a glorious July morning and Morwenna was sat on the patio taking a rare coffee break.

She was in melancholic mood as she had just seen Demelza and Nathan walk down the lane and although they had only been together for just over a week it was oblivious, even to a blind man that they were in love, they looked so happy that she found she was quite envious of Dem and she felt lonelier than ever.

She chastised herself for her selfishness and consoled herself with the knowledge that she was not without her admirers, that was if one of the regular guests, a 55-year-old fisherman with halitosis counted as an admirer.  

However, before she could dwell too much on her circumstances she was stirred from her torpor.

“Is that an unscheduled coffee Mrs Singleton?” Nathan asked “I heard that you ran a tight ship”

“I do” She replied, “have you never heard of “don’t do as I do, do as I say”?”

“Oh, I see” he said

“So, you’re the famous crime novelist?” Morwenna said “I’m more of an Agatha Christie fan myself”

“Behave Wen” Demelza said “We are here to ask a favour”

“What kind of favour?” she asked suspiciously

“It’s an invitation really” he said

“My publisher is booked in here tomorrow night and I’m cooking dinner and we wondered if you’d make up the four”

“Can he cook?” she asked Demelza

“Yes, he can” Dem replied

“Better than he writes I hope” Morwenna added

“We’ll see you at 8” Demelza said

 

Although she didn’t show it, she was pleased to be invited to dinner, she didn’t get to go out much and the reason Morwenna was able to go to the Station for dinner that Thursday was also the reason that Nathan was cooking dinner for a guest at Dolcoath House, it was her day off and the B&B didn’t serve Dinner on her day off and it would remain that way until they could afford to employ another cook.

         

Richard Pruitt wasn’t just Nathan’s publisher he was also one of his closest friends, even though he was 10 years older, they had met when Nat was at University and Richard was a visiting lecturer, they hit it off immediately and their friendship had become a very profitable one.

He dressed like a successful man, in hand made suits, but he still managed to look like a comprehensive school Geography teacher.

Richard and Nathan had spent much of the day going over his latest chapters and discussing the timetable for publication as well as the artwork for the cover.

The latter was a no brainer as Nathan had always used the same artist who was always bang on the money with her interpretation.

They continued chatting in the kitchen while Nathan got on with the dinner, he’d done most of the preparation before Richard arrived.   

“So, what’s this Morgana like then?” Richard asked

“Morwenna” Nathan corrected him “And she’s quite terrifying”

“And you invited her, why?” he asked

“Because Demelza says she has a heart of gold” Nathan replied

“And does she?” Richard asked

“If she does, she certainly keeps it well hidden” Nat replied and laughed

 

Demelza and Morwenna left the house together, both wearing cocktail dresses and made up to the nines, and they both looked stunning with the evening sun setting their red hair on fire.

To the casual observer they couldn’t have been anything other than sisters, Wen was just a curvier version of Demelza.

“Are you sure we needed to dress up?” Wen asked

“Of course,” Dem replied

“How often do we get the chance to dress up?”

“Well, I understand why you want to look your best” Morwenna said “But why can’t I just wear jeans?”

“Because it will look like I’m trying to hard” Demelza replied

“Why does life have to be so complicated?” Wen retorted

 

As they approached the Station Morwenna thought what a wonderful job Karensa and Alan had done on the exterior, she had been looking forward to seeing inside since it was finished but didn’t get a chance as Demelza had let it to Nathan almost as soon as it was completed.

When they reached the door Demelza knocked lightly on the frame and went straight in

“Hello” she called

“Who’s that?” Nathan called back

“It’s the talent” Dem we replied

“Well make yourself comfortable but I can’t give you long as my girlfriend will be here any minute” Nathan said and then appeared from the kitchen

“Cheek” she said and glowed, she liked it when he called her his girlfriend, and then she kissed him.

“Wow you two look stunning” he said and kissed Morwenna’s cheek

“Thank you” Morwenna said taken aback by the compliment

“Can you do drinks on the patio Hon?” He said to Demelza and added “Richard will be through in a minute he’s just changing”

Dem followed him into the kitchen, she knew that he’d already have the wine ready and what he really wanted was a snog and she was more than happy to oblige.

 

After a satisfying kiss Demelza returned from the kitchen carrying a tray with a chilled bottle of wine in a bucket and the glasses.

She set down the tray and poured the wine just as Nathan and Richard stepped through the French doors.

“Hi Richard” Demelza said and kissed his cheek “This is my sister Morwenna”

Richard was tall and skinny and Morwenna thought he looked in need of a good meal.

He brushed his sandy hair off his forehead, and she shook his hand.

“Pleased to meet you Richard”

“Likewise,” he replied

As the two sisters settled down in their seats Richard whispered

“I thought you said she was an ogre; I think she’s lovely”

“Really?” Nathan said

 

During the course of the meal, with an Author and a Publisher at the table the subject naturally turned to writing.

“Morwenna prefers Agatha Christie to modern crime fiction” Nathan said

“Me too” Richard agreed

“Charming” said Nat “You’re my publisher you at least should be bigging me up”

“Sorry my boy” Richard said

“I still think you’re wonderful darling” Demelza said

“That doesn’t count because you don’t like my books either”

“Who does exactly?” Richard said unhelpfully

“Well, you need to find out who they are and then keep them away from the Peverell’s” Nathan suggested

“Well, if it’s any consolation you cook better than Agatha Christie at least” said Morwenna

“High praise indeed” Demelza commented

“Well thank you” Nathan said “For that you can have desert”

As Nathan and Richard were clearing dishes to the kitchen Wen whispered to Demelza

“You’ve got a keeper there Dem, but don’t tell him I said that I have my reputation to protect”

 

Coffee and liqueurs followed desert and the conversation got onto birthdays or to be more precise Morwenna’s birthday.

“It’s Wen’s birthday next week” Demelza said “A significant birthday”

“Oh really?” Richard said “And might I be indelicate by asking which one” 

“The big four zero” Morwenna confessed

“Don’t look at it that you’re going to be 40, think of it more as turning 30 – 10” Richard said kindly and touched her hand

“I myself am 30 – 11” he added and Morwenna smiled

Demelza and Nathan meanwhile began clearing the table and looking back from the kitchen door Nathan said 

“I think Richard is smitten”

“I think it’s mutual” Dem replied and smiled

It wasn’t their intention to match-make, they just wanted to make up a pleasant foursome.

The fact that Richard and Morwenna were attracted to each other was an unexpected bonus.

“We must breathe lightly on the embers” Nathan said enigmatically

“What does that mean Mr GCSE English?” Demelza slurred

“We have to play cupid” he replied

“I can do that”

 

Richard helped Morwenna up and Demelza said

“Wait for me while I find my bag”

“No rush” Richard said “I can walk Morwenna home if you want to stay a bit longer”

“Oh ok” Demelza said “Thank you”

 

The next morning at first light Demelza crept into her room and slipped into her bed and slept a guilt free sleep.

There had been no such impropriety between Wen and Richard, but she still felt more alive than she had for years. 

When Demelza went down for breakfast she found Morwenna in the kitchen, singing and the reason she was so happy was that Richard had just told her he was staying on for another day.

“You’re in a good mood” Dem said

Morwenna didn’t share the reason for her good mood with Demelza but replied

“Yes, I am”

 

“Do you want eggs honey?” Morwenna asked

“Yes please” she replied taking full advantage of her good humour

“Take the toast through then and keep Richard company” Wen instructed and Demelza duly obliged

“Morning Richard” she said

“Good morning dear girl” he responded, “and how are you this fine morning?”

“Very well” Dem answered “I hear you’re staying another day”

“Yes, just the one more unfortunately, I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon that I can’t get out of” he replied sounding genuinely disappointed

“So, what are you and Nat up to today? It’s your day off today isn’t it?” He asked

“Well, this morning I’m going to give him the guided tour” she replied “This afternoon we’re driving into Truro”

“We could join you” Morwenna said as she appeared from the kitchen “couldn’t we, Richard?”

“Yes, that would be lovely” he said

“For this morning anyway” Morwenna qualified, she had a full house of guests to cater for in the afternoon “I can’t go into Truro”

Morwenna was disappointed, she liked Truro and it would have been nice to go there with someone rather than on her own as usual.

 

After breakfast was done and dusted Demelza helped Morwenna clear away and then they joined the men outside, so the Peverell sisters could show them the delights of the village and its environs.

The walk began on the familiar path Demelza and Nathan had taken down to the coastal path on the day they got together.

But instead of turning east towards Port Just they turned west and followed the path as it climbed high above the cliffs.

After about an hour following the twisting path, they reached a high wooded hilltop.

They followed the path into the wood and welcomed the coolness beneath the leafy canopy and when they emerged on the other side, they were rewarded with the view of the valley below and Peverell Hall on the opposite hill.

“Wow” Nathan said

“That’s impressive” Richard added

“Distance lends enchantment to the view” Nathan said

The girls said nothing, it was the first time they had seen it since they had to sell, Morwenna wiped a tear from her eye and Demelza took hold of her arm and steered her away before anyone noticed.  

Nathan had noticed however and decided to hang back, to restrain Richard as well he slipped off his backpack and broke out the water.

By the time they re-joined the girls Morwenna had composed herself and was grateful for the water.

“Thanks Hon” Demelza said and gave him a smile that said she knew what he’d done, and she was grateful.

 

After that, the walk was a gentle meander back down towards sea level into the next valley in which Peverell St Just nestled.  

They spotted the church spire first and then Dolcoath House.

The loose rows of cottages appeared next and then finally the woods that hid the old railway station.

But the group didn’t head straight for the village instead they were headed towards Poldark Farm, the small holding where Talwyn and Chris lived and worked.

The pair of them had worked hard to bring the farm back from the brink and it showed.

They walked along the lane and through the gate heading for the farmhouse.

When they were halfway across the farmyard Talwyn came out of the barn holding a chicken

“Wen?” “is that you?” Talwyn said and the sisters kissed

“What are you doing out in the daylight?”

“Very funny” Wen replied with a smile “we thought it was time to come and see what you’ve both been up to”

“You’ve done a lot” she added genuinely impressed

“Hi Tally” Demelza said, she had been to the farm before at least twice a month.

The sister’s kissed and the Dem added

“This is Nathan”

“Ah I’ve heard a lot about you” Talwyn said and kissed him too

“All good I hope” Nat said

“Absolutely not” she replied

“Well not wishing to be left out and as nobody else has introduced me, I’m Richard” he said and kissed Tally’s cheek

“Hello Richard” she said a little confused

“He’s my Publisher” Nathan said

“That explains it” Tal said

“Do you want tea or coffee?”

 

Everyone answered in the positive and they went into the kitchen, Morwenna looked around and found herself impressed again by Karensa’s renovation work.

While they were sat at the huge kitchen table drinking Talwyn’s husband Chris appeared.

“Oh hello” he said “I didn’t realise we had guests”

Introductions were made again although as Chris had been in the muck pile there was no repeat of the kissing scenario.

“It’s nice to see you out and about Wen” he said as he sat down next to his wife.

“Honestly, anyone would think I never leave home” she said and an awkward few seconds of silence followed until Demelza changed the subject.

“I noticed the tomatoes are coming on”

 

As they left the farm, Demelza said

“It’s amazing how quickly they’ve turned the farm around”

“Yes, I’m really proud of them, Tally and Pongo have really worked hard” Morwenna said

“Pongo?” Richard asked

“Yes, we call Chris Pongo because he farts a lot” Demelza clarified

“Is that what that foul smell was?” Nathan said “I thought it was manure”

 

That afternoon while Demelza and Nathan went into Truro, Richard kept Morwenna company in the kitchen while she prepared for the evening meal.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t go into Truro with the others” He said

“I know” she agreed “There’s a Noel Coward review on at the Hall”

“Perhaps we could go another time” he suggested

“That would be nice” Morwenna said

“For your birthday” Richard continued “and we could get dinner afterwards”

“We can’t” she replied “I have to work on my birthday, another day though perhaps”

“Can’t you swap days?” he asked

“No, it’s not that simple” she said sadly

Richard said no more and thought he might need reinforcements to persuade her, so he bided his time.

 

The next morning sat around the same table, he Nathan and Demelza ganged up on Morwenna.

“Why can’t you go?” Demelza asked

“It will mess up the rota” She replied stubbornly

“Oh, hang the rota” Dem persisted “I don’t mind swapping days with you”

“Well, that’s all very well but who will cook dinner for the guests?” Wen said

“You hadn’t thought of that had you? You can’t even boil an egg”

“I will” Nathan said

“You will what?” she asked

“I will cook the lunch, evening meal and breakfast next morning if necessary”

He replied

“But...” she began

“You know I can cook” he said

“But...” she began again

“In fact, in your own words I cook better than Agatha Christie”

“Ok I give in” she submitted

 

Next week on her birthday Morwenna was pacing up and down in the kitchen nervously

“I’m not sure about staying overnight” she said to her sister

“Relax, Richard has booked two rooms at the Alverton Manor” Dem said “Nothing has to happen unless you want it too”

“Demelza!!” she scolded

Dem just gave her a look and Morwenna sat down hard on the chair.

“I wouldn’t know what to do anyway” she said “There hasn’t been anyone since Leonard, in fact there wasn’t anyone before Leonard”

“You’ll be fine” Demelza said reassuringly

“I’m not sure I should go at all” she said “I’ll call him and cancel”

“Nonsense” Dem said sternly “Richard really likes you, and I mean “really” likes you”

“Ok” Morwenna said meekly

“Just relax and enjoy your birthday treat” Demelza said and hugged her sister “Then if you feel like a special birthday treat you will know what to do when the time comes”

They were both laughing as they hugged when Nathan walked in

“Your carriage has arrived madam”

“Oh ok” she said and took a deep breath “Ready”

Morwenna reached out to take her case and Demelza stopped her.

“We have men for that kind of thing”

And Morwenna laughed

“Hey peasant” she called to Nathan “Take the ladies bag”

“Yes em” he replied and tugged his forelock and then followed a respectable distance behind.

 

As Wen left the front door of Dolcoath House she got her first look at the transportation.

“Oh my God” Wen said, “is that for me?”

It was a gleaming Vintage Rolls Royce Silver Cloud complete with chauffeur.

“Happy birthday” Richard said as he stood by the open door, Wen ran towards him and hugged and kissed him to within an inch of his life.

“There will definitely be a special treat” Demelza said

“What was that Hon?” Nathan said

“Nothing darling just a family joke”  

 

Although three years apart, Thirty-six-year-old Talwyn Peverell and her younger sister Karensa, could easily have passed for twins and they were smaller than their other siblings, leaner and wiry.

Like her sisters she had the tell-tale red hair of the Peverell’s and the striking Celtic blue eyes.

Where they differed however was Tally was a girlie girl and

Karrie had always been a tomboy.

When they were younger Tally would be playing with dolls, Karrie was playing football, climbing trees, and riding her BMX.

Throughout her teens Tally had perfect hair and painted nails, while Karrie spent hers covered in bruises with grazed knees.

But despite her being a girlie girl, she surprised herself and everyone else when she took to the farming life like a duck to water.

For Talwyn the financial collapse of the family had been the most devastating, because her and her husband Chris had worked hard for years and were finally safe and secure and began trying for a child to complete the circle.

She loved Chris, despite his propensity to emit the foulest farts imaginable and the fact he was rather odd looking, as he was tall and scrawny with huge feet and straw-coloured hair, not unlike a scarecrow.

They had a lovely house on the Estate and staff to help on the farm whereas now they had a more modest home and had to do everything themselves.

When her father Trevelyan and Uncle Kenwyn gambled away their inheritance the bottom fell out of their world and a rosy future suddenly looked very bleak indeed.

 

When they came down to earth they were given Poldark Farm and it was in such a mess, the house was uninhabitable, the barn roofs leaked, and the outbuildings were little more than ruins.

For the first few months they had to live in a second-hand caravan but Karensa soon put that right.

She and Alan did a brilliant job on the farmhouse and worked seven days a week to get the house finished for them.

Once they had a proper roof over their heads Talwyn and Chris could concentrate on the farm itself.

There was a section of the farm that ran adjacent to the old railway and that part of the parcel of railway land was added to the farm.

The old coal bunkers had been converted to compost bins and where the stack of sleepers used to stand there was now a row of greenhouses and cold frames.

They were all second hand of course, Demelza found them on eBay and Karensa put them together and replaced the broken pains, and they were growing seedlings before the summer even began.

 

By the time Morwenna made her surprise visit to Poldark Farm, two years later, just before her 40^th birthday, the Peverell’s were completely self-sufficient.

No mean feat when the land had been so ill used, decades of neglect meant much of it had been reclaimed by nature and the parts that hadn’t were used as a dumping ground.

It would have been soul destroying to lesser mortals but Talwyn and Chris were driven, by a desire that would not be extinguished.

They wanted a family and every tree root they dug out and every piece of junk removed took them a step closer to their goal.

 

Nathan left the Station and ran through the August rain to Dolcoath House to see Demelza and he found her in the kitchen talking with Wen.  

“Blimey has Pongo been in here?” he said

“Yes, he dropped off the produce and something else” Demelza replied “Can you still smell it?”

“Smell it I can taste it” Nathan said because Pongo’s fart still lingered in the room, it was like napalm it seemed to stick to everything it came into contact with.

 

Demelza made them all coffee and they went and drank it in the lounge.

“So, what brings you out in the rain Nathan?” Morwenna asked

“Well to be honest I’m here to ask a favour” he said

“Ask away” Wen said

“Look I really enjoyed cooking for the guests when you went to Truro with Richard” He said “And I would quite like to do it every week on your day off”

“Well, that’s a no brainer” Morwenna said “in fact I have a favour to ask you”

“What’s that?” he asked

“Would you cover for me for a whole week?” she asked

Richard had asked her to go away with him for a week to Europe she hadn’t been able to say yes even though she was desperate too. 

“Of course, it’s a yes” he said 

 

The next day it was Talwyn who made the produce delivery, and it was a fiercely hot day.   

“God it’s so hot” she said

“Sit down and have a drink” Wen said “you look done in” 

“I’m fine” she said “But I’ll take a cold drink”

Morwenna went to the fridge and got out a bottle of water but when she turned around Talwyn had collapsed to the floor.

“DEM! DEM!” she shouted and rushed to her sister

“Whats all the shouting about?” Demelza asked and then she appeared in the doorway

“Call an ambulance” Wen snapped

Demelza knelt down on the floor next to her stricken sister

“No time for that” she said “I’ll call Nat”  

She phoned Nathan and he was there in under five minutes by which time Tally was sitting upright and taking a little water.

“Let’s get her in the car” He said

“I’ll be fine now” she insisted

“Nonsense” Demelza said “You need to get checked out”

“What about Chris?” she asked

“He’s on his way” Wen replied

They got Talwyn in the back of Nathan’s car just as Chris arrived

“We can’t all go” Morwenna said “someone needs to stay here”   

Demelza and Wen looked at each other neither of them wanting to volunteer.

“I’ll stay” Nathan said and threw the keys to Demelza

“I can’t drive” she said

“It’s alright it’s an automatic” he said

“No, I mean I can’t drive” she said “I never learned”

“Really?” Nat asked

“I’ll drive” said Karensa who suddenly appeared from nowhere

“Good, so get going” he said and watched as the Peverell girls and Pongo headed off to the hospital, as the car disappeared from view, he just hoped Pongo wouldn’t live up to his name on the journey.

“It could be lethal in the confines of a car”

Still, that wasn’t something he would have to worry about.

 

When he volunteered to hold the fort, Nathan didn’t quite comprehend just how much work was involved in catering for 16 guests when you had to do absolutely everything on your own and by the time, he was halfway through serving dinner he began to think that being trapped in a car with one of Pongo’s farts looked the more attractive option.

 

The end of the night when the last dirty plate was loaded in the dishwasher he sat down in an armchair and put his feet up and then promptly fell asleep.

It was about an hour later when he was woken from his slumber by loud laughter as the Peverell girls burst into the room.

“Aw look at my little tired soldier” Demelza said and walked over   and kissed him.

“Have some respect for the dead” Nathan said sleepily

“Obviously, no stamina, these literary types” Morwenna added

“I’ll put the kettle on” Karrie offered

“Just remember to put water in first” Wen said “it’s a kitchen appliance not one of your work tools”

“Very funny” Karensa said

“So, how’s Talwyn?” Nathan asked 

“They kept her in” Morwenna said “Just as a precaution”

Nathan was curious why he detected no concern in her voice there was even the faintest hint of a smile.

“So, what’s wrong?” He asked Demelza

“Nothing’s wrong” she replied

“Then why have they kept her in?” he quizzed

Karensa returned from the kitchen and the three sisters stood in the centre of the room and linked arms

“She’s pregnant” they all chorused

“What?” he exclaimed

“She’s four months pregnant” Morwenna said proudly

 “Everything is fine” Demelza said “they really did just keep her in as a precaution”

“We’re all going to be aunties” Karrie said

“Then we should have something a little stronger than coffee” Nat said  

 

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The birth of Talwyn and Chris’s daughter Cordelia in the January of the families fourth year in the village of Peverell St Just, was the first of many such happy events to bless them over the following three years but the arrival of little Cordelia marked the turning point for the Peverell family, and she was the first of the cousins that would eventually rebuild the families fortunes in the not-too-distant future.

Cordelia’s birth also prompted the first family occasion at St Just’s Church since their return to the village where the rector, Howel baptised the new addition into the family of Christ.

The Patterson’s went on to spend their entire married life at Poldark farm and then Cordelia took over the running of it when they retired.

 

Later that same year, in June, Morwenna married Richard and took the name of Peverell-Pruitt.

Richard opened an office in Truro and divided his time equally between there and Dolcoath House which in time became their family home.

 

Two months after Wen and Richard tied the knot, Howel was in action once again when he performed the ceremony at Demelza and Nathans wedding.

However, she thought that Peverell-Burrell was too much of a mouthful, so she settled for plain old Demelza Burrell.

They made their home together at the station and raised a family together where Nathan continued churning out Crime novels and Morwenna continued ridiculing him about them.

 

Karensa was the final Peverell sister to wed, in December, on the same day that Morwenna found out she was pregnant, she kept the news to herself though until the following day, not wanting to deflect attention from Karrie on her big day.

In the year that followed she and Alan embarked on their most ambitious renovation to date, when they resurrected the old village schoolhouse that had been destroyed by fire twenty earlier, it took them two years, Karensa was pregnant by the time it was completed, and they moved in and never lived anywhere else.  

 

When the family’s fortunes began to change, they were all wary that it might just be a false dawn but as year on year they continued to prosper they all became believers and inevitably as they consolidated their fortunes a figure from the past contacted then out of the blue.

It was just before Morwenna and Richards 10^th wedding anniversary and Wen received a phone call from Uncle Kenwyn.

No one in the family had heard word one from the old rogue since he absconded with what remained of the Peverell money, with the police hot on his heels.

It was quite a shock for her to hear from him after all the years that had passed, though perhaps it was not really a surprise.

He deserted the family when they were on their uppers now when things were on the up and up, he resurfaced with his hand out.

From whatever rock he’d been hiding under he had obviously got to hear that they were prospering.

“Dolcoath House” Wen said

“Morwenna darling” the voice said

“Uncle Kenwyn” she said flatly “Long time no hear”

“Well, you know how it is, time flies when you’re having fun” he said

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked

“Well, I don’t like be indelicate” he said “but I’m a little short on funds”

“So?” She responded unsympathetically

“Well, I hear on the grapevine that you are doing well now”

“Yes, we are doing well” she snapped

“Bloods thicker than water Wen” he said

“Well Uncle Kenwyn give me an address and I’ll send you a cheque” she said

“No need” he said “I’m putting into Port Just on Friday; I’ll pick up the cash personally”  

“Ok then” she said “after all just like you say blood is thicker than water”

Since the family’s financial crash Morwenna had been the driving force in their recovery and the reason they were where they were was due in no small part to her fortitude.

On Friday, Morwenna was on the quayside in Port Just when a small yacht tied up alongside called “The Slippery Eel”

“How apt” she thought to herself

Kenwyn walked along the quay in white shirt and shorts, his skin deeply tanned, and he was smoking a large cigar.

“Morwenna darling” he said and moved to embrace her “it’s so lovely to see you again”

“I wish I could say its mutual” she said and evaded his embrace

“Well just give me my fair share and I’ll be on my way” he said

“I don’t think so” she retorted

“Don’t play games Morwenna” he snapped “Isn’t that why you’re here?”

That may have been the premise of meeting, but she was not about to let a thieving cheating bastard like Kenwyn take another penny from them, family, or no family.

“I’m here to ensure you get what you deserve” she said

Which was when the police arrived behind him and a tirade of ungentlemanly language followed as he was taken into custody.

She felt no more remorse for him as the police took him away than he had shown over what he had done to her and her sisters.

Morwenna felt even less when she refused his request to pay his legal fees and left him to apply for legal aid.

Morwenna’s only feelings regarding her Uncle were those of justice being served when he was sentenced to 7 years in Prison.  

On his release he made no further attempt to contact anyone in the family.

 

In total there were nine children born to the Peverell sisters, all girls obviously and all redheads and within a generation of the fall of the Peverell’s, due to Trevelyan and Kenwyn’s financially fraudulent mismanagement, they returned to Peverell Hall, their ancestral home.

When Morwenna’s eldest daughter Delen took up residence.