To The Manor, Forlorn


“We’re definitely lost,” Sally groaned as the path yielded yet more seemingly identical trees, “Let’s just go back.”

“We’re not lost,” argued Matt irritably, “if we keep following this path, we’ll definitely get to the Manor”

“But we’ve been walking for ages,”

It was true that the excursion had taken longer than either had anticipated. It had seemed a good idea when they’d read about the trail in the guidebook, but neither had anticipated quite how arduous the walk would be. It had also become apparent, very early on, that the map Matt had printed off the website was neither to scale nor in any way an accurate depiction of the route.

The weather wasn’t helping. The trees provided shelter from the sun, but the humidity was unbearable at times.

Sally was thirsty and tired and although the prospect of a slice of ‘home-made’ Victoria sponge in the Manor’s much celebrated tea-room was appealing, she reasoned that if they curtailed their adventure early and just retraced their steps, there would at least be an end to the torment in sight.

Matt, who had never had any real desire to see the famous old house when Sally first mooted the idea, was now more determined than ever to push on. True, it had been a while since they had seen a signpost of any description and also true that he was now only half certain that they were headed in the right direction, but they had set out to visit the Manor, so visit the Manor they would.

They pressed on for another few minutes through homogeneous woodland before Sally finally hit her limit.

“This is ridiculous!” she cried, “Let’s just go back to the car. We can always drive to the Manor.”

“And pay for parking?” Matt was incredulous, “you always do this. Walking this trail was your suggestion, and now you just want to give up? We’ve come this far, we might as well see it through.”

“I’m tired Matt,” Sally pleaded.

“Go back if you want!” Matt tossed the car keys at Sally, who made no attempt to catch them, “I’m going on!”

Matt marched on and Sally stood still.

A hundred yards and a substantial oak between them, and Matt relented. A further two minutes of sulking endured while temperaments cooled in temperatures hot.

They reconciled with a hug. That, at least, was familiar territory.

Written in response to the Literary Lion Prompt – ‘Story in the Woods’

  11 comments for “To The Manor, Forlorn

  1. Vibrant
    August 29, 2015 at 12:20 pm

    Beautiful end, beautifully told. Great picture!

    Best wishes.
    Anand 🙂

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    • August 29, 2015 at 12:43 pm

      Thanks – glad you liked it 🙂

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  2. August 29, 2015 at 2:25 pm

    Been there, done that. Or at least a variation. Reaching a loving conclusion always a best resolution.

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  3. August 29, 2015 at 3:46 pm

    Paying for parking!! How did you know?! I giggled. Fun read!

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  4. August 29, 2015 at 3:55 pm

    Lovely story well done.

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  5. weebluebirdie
    August 29, 2015 at 7:27 pm

    And will the next chapter be not finding the keys?? 🙂

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    • August 29, 2015 at 8:14 pm

      I almost went with that as the end of the story buy my romantic side won over my cynical side, which surprises me now I think about it…

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  6. September 2, 2015 at 7:11 pm

    This reminded me of my last birthday… I decided that my boyfriend and I would walk just a couple if miles up the river to Richmond, where there’s a very well reputed tea house in a lovely place called the Petersham Nurseries. I was born on October 29th, so of course it was a horrid day. It was cold, wet, and the place was impossible to find. The postcode didn’t lead to it, their website didn’t work on my phone, so we walked in circles for hours. When we finally found it, after calling a friend who had been once before, we had 20 minutes to shove some tea and cake down our throats before they closed. Anyway… your story made me think of this, and it was long enough ago now that I can smile about it. You told this well 😀

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    • September 2, 2015 at 9:14 pm

      Seems like something that happens to my wife and I on at least an annual basis…
      Hope you don’t mind but thought I’d use the ‘off-weeks’ of your new fortnightly schedule to catch up on the prompts I missed by joining the Literary Lion party a few weeks late 🙂

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      • September 2, 2015 at 9:54 pm

        Well at least it’s good writing fodder! Of course I don’t mind, they are all there to inspire! 😀

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  7. September 4, 2015 at 4:41 pm

    Nothing like a good draw. I like that it ended with a hug.


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