Kasper Jameson
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If there was any moment of doubt or dread in my mind, I would always find myself strolling up and down the sands of Gyllyngvase Beach. It's soft sands weren't coarse or riddled with pebbles as you would often come to find at most English beaches. And on a warm summer's day you could go barefoot and feel the heat on your toes; reminding you of days spent as a child chasing kites and building sand castles. I can see parents screaming at their children with excited enthusiasm as they rush to the crisp, cool waters of the bay. A shade of teal, but beautiful to look at none the less. I cannot help but be drawn back into the memories of when my parents would bring the family down to Falmouth for the summer holidays.
Our days would be spent unwinding on this very beach, or in the rockpools just a few hundred yards away. Crabbing was always a great pastime but I never quite understood how my father would always end up with more crabs than me. Only years later would I find out it was due to the bait he was putting on the end of his line. The evenings, when the sun was still setting and the air still hot and humid, my family would gather at my grandparents house - situated along Pengarth Rise. My father and Grandfather would often engage in friendly, yet tense, debates about the current news of the day. Often, the topics of discussion would end up on the subject of football and how the game was becoming more modern, much to my Grandfather's distaste. I would usually be perched on a chair in the corner of the room, eavesdropping in on the debate and just absorbing the discussions like a wet sponge. It was enticing and, arguably, one of the highlights of the summer holidays.
But that was a long time ago. All of that was in the past.
I now found myself back in Falmouth for different reasons, and coming to Gyllyngvase Beach felt like the first logical choice in easing my nerves.
My right coat pocket buzzed. A text, I thought.
Pulling out my phone, a notification displayed a brief message. "Parked up and waiting. Let's get cracking."
I walked up the windswept steps from the beach and began glancing at the myriad of cars and vans backlogging the beach's carpark. The tourists were really coming out in force this summer. With the sum beaming down, it was hard to sift through the cars and spot my ride. But, seeing the blue roof of Pantelis' 3-Series BMW at the back of the car park, I powerwalked my way towards the car.
As I proceeded to open the door, the handle remained firmly locked in place. As if right of cue, the window rolled down and, with a beaming smile and his sunshades masking his face, Pantelis - or Panny as I so affectionately call him - began his monologue.
"You know the rules Kasper. No sand in the car. Either brush it off or throw the shoes in the boot."
Sighing, I removed my shoes and proceeded to put them in the boot of the car. In doing so, I was so graciously allowed to enter the car.
"You know, this is the first time this car has seen a beach and yet a tiny bit of sand and you're all paranoid," I said, with a brief chuckle to wrap it up.
As he reversed the car, Panny was quick to retort. "Kasper, it's not you or the sand I'm concerned about. It's the sand and what my missus will do if she finds a grain in this car."
"But it's your car," I replied.
"Bud, I lost possession of this car, along with many other things, the day I asked for her hand in marriage."
There was a brief pause, before the both of us burst into a fit of laughter. This persisted long after we had left the carpark and soon found ourselves driving through the narrow streets in the town centre. Panny, being the ever curious soul that he was, started to probe me with questions about the afternoon ahead.
"So where is this meeting taking place?" He asked.
"One of the Fish n' Chip joints near the dock front," I responded.
"Not Rick Steins gaff I hope!" Panny retorted.
"God no! Don't need to give that overrated sell out any of my money" I couldn't help but laugh before I continued. "It's the joint right by Trago Mills, near where our old student digs were."
I noticed Panny let out a brief smile. "Those were fun days," he said.
I couldn't help but agree with him. I asked Panny that he was more than welcome to join the meeting but he was adamant I run it solo. He trusted me to secure the right deal for the both of us. It's how our friendship worked. He could charm, woo and wow nearly any individual he crossed paths with. But when it came to the logistics, the details and the fine margins, that's where I excelled.
"Okie dokie," Panny said. "Here we are. Best of luck bud. And, if you could, would love some grub when the meeting is done." He let out that cheeky smile.
"Sure," I said. But could you pop open the boot? I would love my 'sand-covered' shoes back."
With my shoes now back on my feet, I waved at Panny as he drove off. Then I proceeded to step inside the fish n' chip joint for what could prove to be a defining meeting...