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Chapter 1: Journeys and Butlers

Chapter 1: Journeys and Butlers

It has been a while since Georgia, Dan and I travelled. What I mean is: using physical transport to long distance destinations such as London or Oxford. Usually, we often are too eco friendly and either walk or take our bicycles down the small narrow roads in the village. Bourton-on-the-Water is quite small and buses were the only transport we got before we graduated from University and I got the degree in photography.

My eyes look face down towards my neat pastel bed; my opened-filled suitcase sprawled on it. Tapping my chin, I was deciding on what to bring since the train ride was going to be long and I didn’t want to be burden to ask the others to carry them. At the end, I had one big suitcase filled with all my clothes, shoes, tripod and big lenses and purple Lupe backpack with most of my devices such as phone, iPad, iPod, computer, camera (small and big) and lenses – plus chargers.

“Why do you need so much of that?”Georgia sighed as she was looking at her reflection as she tied up her hair carefully.

I turned around facing her back and stated, “One: because I want to; and two: because we’re going where I’ll have a chance on doing photography having not doing it for a month.” Georgia finished tying up her hair and shrugged her shoulders with no answer. This was why I love her as much as a friend: she let me win our arguments but beats me at everything else.

After I had closed my lightweight suitcase (which was not light anymore), I heaved it downstairs where Georgia was already putting her shoes on, awaiting at the door. Quickly doing so, I grabbed my green coat and shoes before letting the door fly open.

There had been an awaiting taxi for me and Georgia to take us to the train station, where we were going to meet Dan. We hoped into the back and the driver silently drove there.

“By the way,” I felt a nudge and saw Georgia looking at me. “Thanks for inviting us to your brothers.”

“Hey, no big deal,” I smiled. “It’ll be awkward going there without you guys. I haven’t seen Ralph and Lewis for 5 years!”

Georgia asked, “Actually – while we’re on the subject – where does Brother Ralph live? It is really far?”

I stopped at staring outside and replied, “We used to live in Essex, but after Lewis left for Manchester, Ralph then went to university in Oxford but moved back to Essex to live in the countryside. He had this agriculture business where he produces organic products for his own company in London and all the other big cities.”

“That is actually really awesome.” Georgia nodded right before we broke into silence as the driver stopped again in the traffic light.

The journey to the station was only twenty minutes away; we had to drive out of Bourton-on-the-water to locate the nearest train station. Our plan was to meet up with Dan there in around five minute’s time. After paying the driver, we dragged our bags and suitcases to a less crowded area. I stood on my tip toes to search for that reckless friend of ours before finding out he had been sitting alone at a bench – Beats on and world off. Following Georgia, we finally caught Dan’s attention: waving back.

“Oh yay I’m not alone.”Dan cheered lazily before I smirked and punched him lightly in the arm.

“Come on Gamer Boy; let’s get our ticket so we can finally sit down in first class!”I squealed in delight and raced to the correct platform with a ready prepared ticket in hand.

I had almost remembered after what had happened when I received Ralph’s letter. After emailing him a reply to accept his invitation, there was an immediate response from someone: Miss Hollows. It had said she was working for Ralph so I guessed it was safe to agree with it. The reply was another postal letter filled with tickets and information such as timetables and where to meet our transport later on. All of us were quite shocked that he afforded first class tickets all the way to London and a private transport to Colchester.

“Never been to first class train rides before,” Dan said as he took off his headphones and looked around. There were two seats per row, facing another set of two navy leather seats with table between. Georgia and I sat on one side as Dan sat on his own.

“It looks like we’re going to be here for while so I’ll be reading.” Georgia cut the silence as she opened her own backpack to grab her book: The Maze Runner.

As was I, I decided to have the opportunity to edit some of my photos I took back at Bourton-on-the-Water. Opening my computer and placing it on the reliable table, I logged on and used up the past 2 to 3 hours editing and chatting with Georgia and Dan. My annoying Youtuber friend Dan kept bringing up new games whilst Georgia mainly talked about her choice of job she had wanted.

Finally, the long and tiring journey did stop at Victoria station. My body was numb after sitting endlessly in a seat for almost three hours as I got up to guide the two out into the station. Trudging with my belongings, I stopped in my tracks to remember where we were going to meet up with one Ralph’s staff.

“What is it Pippa?” Dan asked.

I peered my eyes and looked at the letter on my pale hands. It had said to meet at the front exit where an escort should be

“It says we have to meet up with some escort with the sign: ‘Phillippa Brindley’.” I called out. We carried on walking before Georgia spotted some man with a sign with my very own name on it. I tilt my head in confusion on why the man was rather posh after seeing him wear a full black suit and bow tie. He looked around in his 30s or 40s and was clean shaved.

“Welp, I ain’t no posh person but I think we hit jackpot!”Dan punched his hands in the air right before racing towards the man. Georgia and I walked behind an encountered to him. The man was a few inches taller and smiled when we approached him.

“Are you Phillippa Brindley?”He asked with an ironic posh accent.

“Um...” I bit my lip and smiled. “Yes and these are my friends.”

Suddenly, Dan had gone up to him with fist bump but had no reply. “My name’s Dan; Dan Mc Cleave.”

“My name is Georgia Summers.” Georgia politely followed.

The man had then introduced himself, “My apologies: I should introduce myself don’t I? My name is James and I work for Mr. Ralph Brindley; escort and personal butler. ”

Personal Butler?

“Wow...” Georgia whistled. “Your brother’s rich, since he seems to have his own ‘personal butler’.” The three of us were guided by James to a black BMW car in the drop of section of the station. Putting our suitcases in the booth, I got in the front passenger’s seat as the other two got at the back with James driving.

Dan whistled – impressed. “Holy macaroni this is one heck of a car!” James started driving along as the three of us looked at the luxury we were in. How did my very own brother afford this?

“This car is quite a colossal step on technology for long travels.” James said as he turned around the corner.

“It’s very comfortable and relaxing,” I agreed before another hour of awkward silence occurred before we arrived at an empty countryside road from the nearest village.

I looked at the shocking view that I start to remember again.

‘The Brindley Estate’.