This is exciting, I've met a gamekeeper

[Confortableorwhat]

I don't know why it that feels exciting, but the way it came about...

I'm doing a long distance trail on my own and having a marvellous time enjoying some solitude.

This evening I'd booked a table at the pub where I'm staying, but when I went down for dinner (not before!) was told the chef had a family emergency and they're not doing food. [Shock]

So I went to the only other restaurant in town to be told they didn't have a table, unless the man at the bar table didn't mind sharing....

He's lovely. About my age, an interesting history, good conversation and, I don't know why this tickles me, a gamekeeper.

He's gone to the loo, but conversation is easy and wine is flowing....

😂

You forgot that she needs to have just left/ be thinking of leaving her rich, handsome but work obsessed boyfriend in 'the city'

@Confortableorwhat glad you had fun. I haven't been to a pub alone in years - I've young kids and don't get out! But I used to go a lot when travelling solo and met some really interesting charterers. Possibly half of them were lying to me but who cares. It was an enjoyable evening

Perfect, plus 10 bonus points for 'dove grey cashmere' 😁

What I want to know is if he looks like Sean Bean 🤣

Did you have unbridled passion throughout the night.

And they kill anything that will potential eat their non native introduced games - in cruel ways

but then Mellor’s could be a bit cruel despite his poetic outburst

clicks watch thread

I misread the OP as "gatekeeper" and thought this was a thread about trying to get past a GP receptionist.

As you were.

Is this the start of a script for a Hallmark film op? 😀😀

I'm really surprised at the number of posters who couldn't just take it as something a bit lighthearted for one evening. Life must be exhausting.

Because some people know what gamekeepers actually do (legally and occasionally illegally) and have an opinion about that. They definitely work in some moral grey areas IMO. You highlighted his job OP and my brain didn't go "ooh a gamekeeper" but immediately went "ugh a gamekeeper". I've known and known of a few. I have my own opnions which aren't 'exhausting' in the least. I think any potentially dubious job would have had some negative responses on your 'light-hearted' thread.

Anyway, glad you had a good time OP.

Oooohhh is he like Sean Bean in Lady Chatterly's lover?

Oh dear OP I know a guy called Gary who used to pretend to be a game keeper (he wasn't but family member is, how he knew lots about the job) and had very 'complex' family life, wouldn't hesitate to tell people either.

Hope it's not been him 😅 and you have a brilliant trip 😀

Ex Archers Listener here.

Remembering what happened to Greg the Gamekeeper.😦

( mind you, he was in a relationship with Helen at the time, so you can understand his motivation)

I don’t suppose he has a commercial pilot’s licence and is a fully qualified scuba diving trainer (and world champion surfer/ skier/ rally car driver) as well?

My luck would be Ted

Hang on OP. I've read all your posts and am unclear as to whether nookie was had?

Was he also a former professional footballer though?

Did you kiss him op

"Don't know 'bout that, Sir"

He'd romance you by asking if you'd like to check the drainage in the lower field

I believe that they're really into conservation too.

Sean is looking a bit rough these days. More ‘woke up in a doorway after a four-day bender’ than Mellors.

Depending on how old the OP’s gamekeeper is, it may be perfectly plausible for him to have been a former pro footballer. DG used to work in the premier league and I’ve met a lot of older footballers whose careers, sometimes shortish ones in lower divisions, predated the big salaries, and who needed to work in quite ordinary jobs afterwards, as they also predated the requirements of football academies to provide them with a good school education too.

Our window cleaner used to play professional football.
Lovely chap, but he's no Sean Bean.

Our plucky heroine is resistant to the charms of Garry the Gamekeeper, despite smouldering good looks, rugged charm and fascinating Landrover stories. Yes, he had piqued her interest with his surprising depth and barely restrained passion for gun grease the environment, but her destiny lies elsewhere, and she is not to be swayed by one devilishly tantalising, enchanting evening.

The next day, she sets boldly off, with a winsome smile at the memory of his muscular sideburns and impressively moth-eaten tweed, and how his big hands had skilfully demolished an entire squat lobster. Not for her the life of an estate worker, the big house, the lavish gardens, the cosy nights by the Aga, de-worming lurchers on a sheepskin rug.

No, she's her own woman, shouldering a backpack and striding forth into the -

-oh, no! A landslide! The path ahead is entirely obstructed!