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Life and times of Nestor Horaatio Plimsoll pg 5
Jun 24, 2008 | 6:02PM -
Morning came and at the late hour of 9 a.m the coach was due in the mainland town.
Nessy had all his things packed. They were meager but in good stead. His next to best clothes he would wear for the journey. His guernsey knit was rolled tight and packed, one spare shirt and a pair of special new knitted stockings. His shoes had been re-soled at the cobblers shop, and Nessy felt like a man of the world.
He was to have 'shop boughten' "pasty pies" for his meals, he hoped they tasted as good as they smelled.
Essie was dry eyed and bright to see her wee lad go out to the world. Lestor Plimsoll, was stoic and heart broken. It was not so easy to let his one and only son his only child go take up strange ways with strange folks. That is to say not Cornwall folk.
He patted his boy heartily on the back and tried to look wise and loving. By and by Tom Trevinin came up shyly and hit Nessy on the shoulder and then hugged him. Nessy as always socked him back on the arm. The lad gave Nessy a small trinket he had shaped from a stone upon the beach. A slim round stone with a small hole drilled in it exactly in the center. "Nessy he said 'twill remind ya' of our stones. Th' might not 'a' got any up'et 't'where ye be goin'ta'. An iffen the does, t'wont' be any like tha'Crick Stone of our'n' here". Tom then slipped away. Nessy fingered the amulet and the string though it and put it in a pocket.
The coach was said to be approaching some several minutes late which was exactly on time as far as the locals were concerned. Esmeralda suddenly grabbed her boy and near smothered him in an un-expected mother bear hug. Nestor like wise clung fiercely, to his Da'. Gently Lestor Plimsoll, put his son off of him. "Neewh laddie giff mayne hand shake worty o' a grewn man." Nestor shook his fathers' hand with a strong grip. His roughened hands telling the tale of his days of fishing with his father. The bitty small lad squared up his shoulders and looked at his parents.
"Now my boy you will mind yer manners and yer elders the while you are gone?" Yes muther.... I'll be respectable and respected myself." I'll make you Very prowt of me Da'" Nessy inclined his head as the grown men did when making a true statement.
The old box coach came... Nestor Horaatio Plimsoll clambered up,his faire had paid for a seat on the inside and so with a resolve to be obedient he willingly sat inside. It would be anew experience...he liked new experiences. In only a moment the driver remounted to his seat and the coach was off. Nessy waved and saw his mothers apron flapping at him like a family standard. His fathers' cap just being returned to his head. With his satchel of pies in his lap Nestor turned to see the sites of the town he knew so well. In only three to four minutes the edge of the town was going from his sight. He realized the town was not a large as he thought it was. At the next stop the coach stopped and not one passenger boarded. Nessy scrambled to the top of the coach where the cheaper seats were crowded. He offered his fare, his ticket paper to a young girl. she accepted it and was soon in place inside the coach. Nessy wanted to see every mile possible of his journey. He would not allow this chance to see so much of his native Cornwall, wasted. As the coach resumed its' path toward yet another town, it turned a bit Northerly. New sites were on the way.
finally" thought Nestor.... he smiled a huge boyish grin and bit deeply into the first of his store bought pies.
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Posted by lampoil on 2008-06-29 04:57:17 | Rating: | Views: 81
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I love the pic of the horse-drawn coach...Amazing, how many people could fit in there plus those on the top.
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Posted by Gwatlan
on 2008-07-04 19:05:37
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And to think they changed almost nothing about these box coaches from the late 1400's to the late 1700's no wonder people walked.....! :)
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Posted by lampoil
on 2008-07-04 20:36:36
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Very interesting Photo I just adore your writing
God Bless
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Posted by Christianthoughts
on 2008-07-06 19:44:05
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Why thank you CT. It really just lifts a body up to have the positive and blessed things said over one's efforts.
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Posted by lampoil
on 2008-07-08 00:33:57
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Hope you are well my dear friend; missing your writing
Agape
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Posted by Christianthoughts
on 2008-07-12 05:13:53
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