Once Upon A Christmas. Jennifer Joyce

and found herself directed to the website of a large wine merchant in London. To her amazement, she found that this very same wine was on sale for over nine hundred pounds per case of six. She looked up in awe. This meant they were drinking a bottle of wine worth a hundred and fifty pounds. Mr Redgrave watched the expression on her face and then raised the stakes. He pointed across to the bottle of red wine she had brought up from the cellar. It was still standing where she had set it down on the Welsh dresser. He peered at the label.

      ‘Would I be right in thinking that’s another bottle from the cellar?’ Holly nodded. ‘Just for your amusement, and mine, check the price of that one.’

      Holly typed the name of the wine into the search box. Within seconds she got a big surprise. Grand Vin de Chateau Latour 2009 was priced at seven hundred and seventy pounds. She squinted at the screen and got an even greater shock when she saw that this was the price for just one bottle. She looked up at Mr Redgrave in awe. A bottle of wine worth almost eight hundred pounds! He grinned at her.

      ‘Probably just as well you chose to open the cheaper one first. I’d hang onto the Chateau Latour if I were you. 2009 was a very good year and the price should continue to rise.’ He raised his glass once more. ‘Cheers.’

      ‘Cheers.’ Holly took another mouthful of the wine, feeling slightly debauched to be drinking such expensive wine. She also felt a bit silly. ‘Thank you so much for spelling that out to me, Mr Redgrave.’

      ‘Howard, please. Can’t say I’ve ever liked the name very much, but it’s better than the others.’ Seeing the expression on her face, he went on to explain. ‘I was christened Horatio Howard Trafalgar Redgrave for my sins. The old man had a thing about English naval heroes. My younger brother’s called Walter Raleigh Redgrave, poor sod. We all call him Wally. So, I’m stuck with Howard, but it could be worse.’ He took another sip of wine, an expression of rapture on his face. Holly found she was smiling across the table at him. He was good company and he had been a close friend of her father’s. She had an idea.

      ‘Well, now, Howard, can I offer you something to eat with this amazing wine? I was going to open a bag of crisps, but that’s probably not a good idea.’

      Howard shook his head. ‘Taste’s probably a bit too overpowering. Personally, I quite like olives with white wine, but each to his, or her, own.’

      Holly went to the fridge. ‘I’ve got some olives, and how about some Parma ham along with it? Maybe with some pecorino?’ She brought out the ham, cheese and olives and laid them on a wooden board. She cut a few slices of bread and soon they were nibbling the food and chatting. Howard Redgrave was a charming, cultured man and very bright, with a fine sense of humour. He told her he was almost ten years older than her father, which would make him seventy, but he was still very sprightly.

      He had known her father very well and he was able to fill Holly in on his time in Australia, at least as far as her dad’s work was concerned. ‘He got involved in the wine business. He was an engineer, but I imagine you know that already. He was one of the first people to advocate using stainless steel vats and he told me he had a few patents in his name. But he soon moved on from the mechanics of winemaking to selling the stuff. He started by importing European wines into Australia and then, as Australian wines became more popular, he started exporting them to Europe and beyond. He sold his company six, maybe seven years ago, just before he came back here. As far as I’m aware, the company’s still doing well. GWB’s the name.’

      George William Brice. Holly resolved to check it on the internet. By the time they had finished the bottle of wine, Holly knew her father and his friend a lot better, although she was no closer to knowing why her father and her mother had split up. At nine o’clock, Howard glanced at his watch and stood up. ‘That was delightful, Holly, absolutely delightful. Now, I wonder if I might trouble you to let me use your telephone. I wasn’t expecting to drink half a bottle of wine so I’ll get somebody to come and pick me up.’

      Holly handed him the phone. ‘I’ve got to take Stirling out for a walk now anyway.’

      ‘Then we can walk together, my dear.’ Howard dialled a number. He was brief and to the point. ‘Evening, Geoffrey. Could you come and pick me up from the green at Brookford, please? Ten minutes. Thank you.’ Clearly, the taxi firm knew him well. He put the phone down and tapped the envelope on the table. ‘And I’m counting on you for Saturday. You will come, now, won’t you?’

      Holly nodded and then a thought occurred to her. ‘Oh, I’d forgotten, Howard. My best friend, Julia, is coming to stay on Friday. She’ll be here on Saturday night. I’d really better stay with her.’

      ‘Is she anything like as ravishing as you are?’

      Holly had never been called ravishing before. ‘I’m sure you’ll find she’s far prettier than me.’

      Howard gave her a grin. ‘I find that hard to believe. And you absolutely must bring her. The more the merrier.’

      ‘That’s wonderful, if that isn’t going to cause problems for you. How many people are you expecting?’

      ‘I’m not totally sure. Somewhere in the region of a hundred, maybe a few more.’ Seeing Holly’s expression he smiled. ‘Anyway, that’s the party sorted out. Now, I have to repay tonight’s hospitality. Will you have lunch with me tomorrow?’

      ‘Well, yes, of course, but surely you’ll be too busy getting ready for your party.’

      ‘No, no no. I’ve got people for that. How about I send a car for you at twelve. That way we can have a glass of fizz and I’ll give you the guided tour first. All right?’

      Holly, Howard and the dog walked up the lane to the green together. She slipped her hand through his arm and found she really liked this very young at heart septuagenarian. As they reached the green, Howard’s car arrived. Holly stopped dead in awe and turned towards the old man.

      ‘Is that what I think it is?’

      ‘If you think it’s an old Rolls Royce, you would be right.’

      ‘I was actually thinking it looks like a pre-war Rolls Royce Phantom. I’ve only ever seen one of those and that was at a classic car auction. I can’t remember how much it went for, but it was lots.’

      ‘It is indeed a Phantom, built in 1934. Fancy you recognising it! How remarkable. Holly Brice, you’re a girl of many parts. A demain.’ He leant forward and she kissed him on both cheeks. ‘Excellent.’ He climbed into the magnificent old car and Holly stood in silent admiration as it pulled away. She looked down at the dog.

      ‘That, Stirling, is the way to travel.’

Day Five

      Tuesday

      Next morning, after a long walk on the moor with Stirling, it was full daylight by the time they came back down the path by the churchyard. The sky was clear, but clouds were building on the horizon and there was a bitterly cold wind blowing in from the north. Sight of the church reminded Holly of something she had been meaning to do for some days now. At the end of the wall was the old gate into the lychgate to the churchyard, sheltered underneath a pitched roof. She pushed it open and walked up the narrow path towards the church, the dog trotting happily at her side. Ahead of her was the yew tree mentioned by Donny the postmaster. It was unmistakable, even to a city dweller like herself. It was as high as the Christmas tree at the Castle and the width of an average house. It had no doubt been there for centuries.

      She walked past the tree and immediately saw the row of new grave stones, at the end of which was a plain wooden marker. She stopped in front of it and looked down bleakly at her father’s last resting place. The sign read simply, George William Brice 1955-2015. There was nothing else on the marker, but Holly was surprised to see a fresh bunch of lilies in a pot in front of it. She glanced around. Very few other graves had flowers to be seen. One or two had old wreaths lying beside them, but his was the only one with flowers clearly less than a few days old.