In my last post I mentioned Jenny, a blonde, good-looking girl with a gentle temperament I knew at Bristol University. We met at a dance class, fitted together quite well and started going to dances and just for walks together. Once or twice we walked up to the Cabot tower on Brandon Hill - I remember the pouring rain and the reflections of the lights of the city in Jenny's rain-spotted glasses (John Cabot was actually an Italian but made a voyage of discovery starting from Bristol.) This was our view of the University from there:
More often we walked over the Clifton suspension bridge, where we stopped in the middle somewhere to kiss. I had to be careful that Jenny's glasses would not fall off and into the river Avon far, far below.
this page there are some lovely panoramic views from and of the bridge.
One evening - our relationship was about six months old then - as we were setting out to go over the suspension bridge, Jenny announced that she was wearing her slacks "in the skin", by which I understood her to mean she was not wearing panties. Would that be right? You will find it hard to believe how innocent and ignorant of the ways of girls I was in those days, even though I had spent 18 months in the army: I read into that remark of hers no significance whatever. I'm really embarrassed to think about it even now.
We had crossed the bridge and were walking along a road then - and probably still, if I can judge by Google Earth - bordered by woods at least on one side, when suddenly, without provocation, Jenny slapped my face. I had no idea what prompted her to do this. She then invited me to retaliate, but I declined politely.
Soon after this incident, Jenny let me know she wasn't interested in me any more. If only I had known then what I know now! And there were plenty of bushes from which a handy switch could have been cut or broken off, too. I was such a wimp in those days - alas! Perhaps I still am??? I am quite sure