I love her. Tears streaming down John’s face. I know. Liz reassures him
I didn’t love any of the others. As one of ‘the others’ Liz understands, laugh’s, lowers and softens her tone I know.
Where is she? Liz knows that Maria is skinny-dipping with her new lover, John’s friend, on a beach 5 miles west of the camp site. She can look after herself, where-ever she is, she’ll be alright.
John takes the torch, scrambles out of Maria’s tent and starts stumbling from tent to tent, peering in, stumbling. He’s been drinking. Liz curses the lads for leaving John with the holiday whisky stash.
Where is she? Liz parries ‘It doesn’t matter. Where-ever she is, it’s none of our business. John, ITS OVER, she’s left you, she doesn’t want to see you. Let her go’ John doesn’t appear to hear. He makes his way to his aging MG midget and climbs in. Liz runs to the car and jumps into the passenger seat.
John, you’re in no state to drive, DONT DRIVE. The car lurches over the field’s uneven ground, Liz wishes she was old enough to drive Calm down, where are you going? As he shifts to second gear he says ‘the pub’. Liz tries again Can we walk? John is determined You can walk if you want. The pub is only 3 miles away, the roads are deserted, they could make it. The lad’s are in the pub, support, distraction and warmth. They swerve down the dry-stone-wall lined winding roads.
John seemed to need to move his relationship loss of control and emotional pain to something physical.
A wall mangled the Midget