A brief but colourful short story unknown to Bates lovers until found by the family in 2013, published here as an E-book for the first time.
With typical Bates aplomb, we are connected to the land by the path through the spinney, the rustic pub and its partisans, and the tale of old Smiler, himself a gypsy of the land, who describes the old motte and bailey castle imagined from the rounded hill-top in view from outside the pub, the castle in the air, the boy's imagination of battles already fired in his mind as he wends his way to his aunt's pub across the great plain of a meadow.
But it's not the castle that's the key tone of the story, it's old Smiler hisself, and the boy's aunt and grandfolk who epitomise the scurrilous gossip and disapproval of folk confined to a virtual hamlet existence, bedding the tale in the deep past, the past of Lark Rise To Candleford and Cider With Rosie, a rustic time almost disappeared. The flavour of the beer is as mouth-watering as the noxious smells of the old man are foul, and so much is bursting into life in a story but a handful of pages long.
One of the free Bloomsbury Reader E-books available in their recent release of the intended full portfolio of H.E. Bates, our most undervalued but one of our finest novelists. He wrote over 300 short stories and novellas, around 30 novels, and a clutch of non-fiction, including his own three-volume autobiography. Everything I read by him I love, especially his earlier war stories (Fair Stood The Wind For France [1944], The Purple Plain [1947], The Jacaranda Tree [1949], The Scarlet Sword [1950]), which I adore, and which includes one of my favourite novels, Fair Stood The Wind For France. I know who'll be collecting the lot.