I've come across a book about the Knights Templar which describes how they grew rich and powerful during the Crusades, and how they were finally brought down. It's called The Knights Templar and Scotland and I know there is an ancient Templar Chapel called Rosslyn near Edinburgh and there are many legends surrounding it.
It's a fascinating story and I'm looking forward to finding out more.
I was showing off my rudimentary French in the following story called Moonlight Bay:
MOONLIGHT BAY
MAY 12, 2023
Bradley had only spoken to
Angelique a couple of times but he realised he was totally, madly, crazily in
love with her. He couldn’t eat, he
couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t think of anything but the next time they might
meet. He was swept up in a whirlwind romance and he was revelling in the
excitement of, at last, finding the girl of his dreams. More surprisingly, and more joyfully, he
realised that Angelique seemed to feel the same. Her eyes sparkled when she was with him and
her voice dropped to a low, throaty murmur and he felt he was the only person
in the world who could hear what she was saying.
He'd only arrived in Paris
yesterday, on his own after his travel-mate had decided to head back to
Australia. Bradley knew he was sometimes
hard to get on with and was used to his own company. Now, here he was, in a small and shabby
pensione on the left bank of the Seine.
On this first morning, when he stopped for breakfast at the tiny café on
the corner, it was Angelique who served him.
He was immediately enchanted by her dark, sultry looks and extraordinary
husky voice. Certainly, he had had girlfriends
in the past but there was nobody back in Westbury who evoked quite the same
feelings in him as Angelique did. He
knew he was lost and could never be happy again unless he had Angelique by his
side.
He had only known her for a few
hours but he believed in ‘love at first sight’ so, gathering his courage in
both hands, he asked her to marry him.
To his surprise she said ‘Yes’.
“But first, ma cher,” she said,
”You must meet my parents. Tomorrow, we
will travel to their home at La Baie du
Claire de Lune and you must ask my father for permission for us to wed.”
Bradley thought he was walking on
air. Is it true what they say, he
thought, that Paris is the City of Love? How else could you explain what had just
happened?
The following morning, Angelique
met him at the café and they made their way to Le Gare de Lyon for the train to
La Baie du Claire de Lune
“My French is not good,” he said
to Angelique. “How do you translate La Baie du Claire de Lune?”
“In English, you would say
Moonlight Bay.”
“Moonlight Bay?” thought Bradley. “What a wonderful name.”
The train soon pulled into a
small station. Through the trees, Bradley
could see the glisten of ocean but he had no time to enjoy the view as he found
himself facing a large gentleman with a red face and wearing a beret.
“You are Bradley, are you not?”
said the large man.
“Yes, monsieur, I am,” Bradley
managed to mumble, realising that this must be Angelique’s father. Bradley could feel that this man might not
take to him as quickly as Angelique did.
He would have to be on his best behaviour or everything could come
unstuck.
The next few days was an idyllic
time for Bradley. He and Angelique
walked hand-in-hand through the winding streets of the mediaeval town, they
drank coffee at the café where Rene, the café-owner, would tell them stories of
the war and they made plans for the wedding.
At M. le Blanc, Angelique’s father’s, suggestion, Bradley transferred a
large amount of money into a joint account at the local bank to cover the
expenses of the wedding and their life afterwards.
It was a surprise to everyone
when, a few days later, Angelique announced that Bradley had decided not to
marry her after all and had left during the night. There were some who were suspicious but it
was not thought necessary for the police to investigate. In any case, people could always be found to
testify that he had been seen walking to the railway station early in the
morning, even if the Stationmaster had not noticed him. Rene and Edith at the café would certainly
testify that they had heard Bradley talking to a friend on the telephone saying
that he was coming home. If someone had
happened to have seen M. le Blanc in his boat on the bay in the dark of night,
dropping a large bundle over the side, they would certainly not mention it to
the gendarmes. The people of La Baie du Claire de Lune look after their own.
Angelique mourned the disappearance
of her lover for an appropriate length of time then married the son of a local
wine dealer. The capital she brought to
the marriage was very welcome and allowed them to launch a new range of wines
which they called Moonlight Bay.