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At the Turner Bakery, Guildford …

The planned Monday tour for Sir Hugh South and Megan Bassington finished in the bakery offices. 

“The bakery is far larger than I thought, Mr Turner, and impressive. Your idea for a biscuit production line in the adjoining building is also innovative. When will the process commence?”

“I am meeting with the Admiralty gentlemen tomorrow. We will sign the preliminary order contract for one thousand tins of biscuits to be delivered over six months. If we satisfy their requirements, I expect further orders to follow.”

“So once again, you will have demand for additional grains?”

“Yes, a new supply from your estate would be quite helpful.”

Sir Hugh had thought long and hard about how he should negotiate with the Turners. Both Jonathan and Thomas Turner appeared quite sharp, and yet in the negotiations, he found them fair, providing a price higher than his other buyers. 

“Mr Turner, I am surprised you offer such a reasonable price for our grain. I expected you to drive a hard bargain and push the price down.”

“We understand that each estate must maintain its margins. We are in the business of creating partnerships that will last, Sir Hugh. If we pay a fair margin, then our suppliers become loyal. We will still achieve our margin with our productivity efficiencies. So, it is a successful situation for all, Sir. I hope you will sign with us.”

“Mr Turner, I will discuss the contract at Fintelton this week, including an explanation of your plans for the new mill. I’m sure that my father will take heed of my advice. I will also discuss this with the tenant farmers before the end of the week. I will advise you of the outcome next Monday when I return here. I am sure the majority will agree.”

“This is good news indeed, Sir Hugh. Will you join us in a whisky?”

Sir Hugh hesitated and said, “I shall join you, Sir, but may I have water instead of whisky. I am working on my health and staying off the spirits.”

“Certainly, Sir. Let us toast our future partnership!”

For Jonathan and Thomas Turner, it was a good outcome. They secured a new supply at a slightly higher price than preferred, but it was a long-term investment. In ten years, when all the small mills were gone, they would reduce the price paid for grain. It was also possible the government might repeal the corn laws by then, and the cost would fall further. European corn would be far cheaper if they regained access to the Corn Exchange. Jonathan felt their long-term plan was sound. The next step was the commissioning of the mill. 

Sir Hugh was pleased with the contract as it promised extra income for the next harvest, improving their financial position significantly. He set off in high spirits.

At Fintelton Manor …

The two officers parted company before the Petersfield turnpike. Having travelled the road many times, Horace would avoid the turnpike fee by riding west and then back into the town on a pathway. He would take an early lunch there and rest his horse. 

Taking the opportunity of a discussion before they parted, Robert confided in Horace about his engagement to Anne. Horace welcomed the news, slapping his friend’s back. On mentioning the issue of parental approval, Horace shrugged his shoulders.

“They set you free in the navy, Robert. They cannot have it both ways. You will certainly be welcome on my estate at any time!”

“Thank you, Horace. Tonight may prove difficult! Best be off, and I will join you tomorrow in Portsmouth.”

Horace understanding the difficulties of class distinction, wished him luck. He took his leave and galloped off along a westward farm path. Robert knew of a shortcut in the opposite direction and watched as his friend disappeared around a bend. 

By the time he reached Fintelton, it was after two in the afternoon. His father had retired for a nap, and Robert was not expecting his mother, Lady Emma, and Sir Hugh before late afternoon. 

The butler welcomed Robert and enquired about the wedding. 

“It was a great success, Pike. Now how is my father? Is he improving?”

“Yes, Sir, he is up and about by himself now. He stood up alone on Sunday morning and has been shuffling about the manor. The recovery is remarkable. I am hopeful of his full recovery by the time Doctor Sopwith arrives on Friday afternoon. The Doctor will spend the Saturday and Sunday here.”

“I am glad, Pike. I have been concerned for my father as I would like him to live for some time yet. I know I am often away, but this is still my home, and I hope to call here much in the future. Now, given your previous advice, I think I shall take the opportunity of visiting Mr Stem. During the next few months, Lady Emma will make some enquiries, and from this information, we may correct the issues you advised me of.”

“Very good, Sir. May I also ask a further question, Sir, if it is not inconvenient?”

Robert wondered what revelation he would hear now. He would indulge Pike as he knew the butler held the best intentions towards the family.

“I would welcome any question you ask, Pike!”

“Sir, would I be correct in assuming that there may be a romantic attachment between Lady Emma and Doctor Sopwith? I have noticed they spend much time together when he visits.”

Given Robert’s duties at the wedding and his quest for time with Anne, he was unaware of any attachment. Neither Emma nor Anne had commented on this. He did recall that David and Emma often spoke at the reception and danced together. Then he recalled David Sopwith attended the dinner with Lady Jane and Emma at the Fox and Hound last night. Perhaps there was truth in this. 

“Pike, not that I am aware of; however, I would not be surprised. I shall add this to my list of enquiries, and we shall speak privately again before I leave for Portsmouth tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, I must see Mr Stem.”

“I believe he is in the north fields, Sir, with one of the tenant farmers.”

Robert arranged a fresh mount from the stables, and he cantered off in the direction that the butler indicated. Within ten minutes, he found Mr Stem walking the fence line of a newly ploughed field some way from the Manor house. As a tenant farmer left on his cart, Robert gave the farmer a wave and approached Mr Stem. 

“Mr Stem, good day!”

“Sir Robert, I have not seen you for some time. You look well, Sir.”

“I am well, Mr Stem! I have come on a mission. I make enquiries from you that I would like kept confidential.”

“Certainly, Sir.”

“How are the finances of the estate? I am worried about the financial situation!”

“The estate books are in my office, Sir. We can work through them together if that is a help!

“Thank you, but I do not require the books at present, Mr Stem. I need your assessment of how the estate is running.”

“Sir, you know that the Earl has been reducing his involvement for nearly five years now. Sir Hugh has taken over many of the management tasks.”

“No, I did not know that!”

“It is your father’s health, Sir. The Doctor may explain this better. His mind has lost its edge, and he cannot remember things. He is well into his seventies now, and we should expect this. It is not his fault, Sir!”

“Well said, Mr Stem.”

“Sir Hugh is not that interested in the Estate. At his request, I take on much of the management.” Stem paused as if gathering a breath. “Sir, may I speak openly without fear of reprimand?”

“That is my intention, Mr Stem.”

“Sir, You and your brother are quite different. Might I say one is the black sheep, and you are the white sheep? We would all prefer you as the next Earl. Unfortunately, Sir Hugh has his faults, and this leads him astray.”

“You mean the drinking and womanising?”

“Yes, Sir. It may be that we only see him one day a week. He travels from town to town during the other days, searching for whisky and new women. I am afraid, Sir, the alcohol has enslaved him. With the Earl suffering in his health and Sir Hugh absent, often I must make decisions without their approval. Also, Sir Hugh and your father differ in their ideas about running the estate. There are often disagreements between them.”

“And the finances, Mr Stem?”

“They are steadily decreasing, Sir. The estate harvest output has not changed, but Sir Hugh advises less money is available. A better price for grain and some productivity improvements are needed. The tenant farmers are ageing and require assistance. The estate has the potential for increased grain production, but his Lordship will not hear of it, insisting the methods he used thirty years ago are still better. Sir Hugh feels he must respect his father’s wishes.”

“I see!”

“Sir Hugh should be given some credit, Sir. He has recognised the problems, and I have advised him how he may overcome them. He is frustrated as the Earl will not hear of the changes required. Perhaps if Sir Hugh had a better relationship with his father, we could make more progress.”

“I see. Thank you, Mr Stem. By the way, are you familiar with the income from the estates in the Indies?”

“No, Sir. I believe the London Attorneys handle these. They also look after the lands in the north of England and Ireland. I could not advise you on that. Your father holds all the information.”

“Thank you again, Mr Stem. I will be back in contact with you. Lady Emma will require the books at some stage – for a few days only.”

“Certainly, Sir.”

Pike’s fears were well-founded, and Robert was afraid no one was effectively managing his father’s estate. He must talk with his sister tonight. Emma would be concerned, and although she would be tired, he could count on her for help.  The need for action was urgent, and a plan must be made. The danger was that Hugh, the heir, may not agree with anything they proposed.   

Lady Jane and Emma arrived around four in the afternoon and Sir Hugh at about six. The family was assembled for once, and the Earl would have company tonight. Robert decided he should make his announcement after dinner rather than earlier. This way, the complete family would be there and feeling content after a good meal.

Pike organised dinner for seven as his Lordship preferred eating earlier these days. Once assembled in the dining room, they all took their traditional places, and the Earl said grace. 

“My, it is good you are all home again tonight. It cheers me up no end!”

They all agreed as it may be some time before Robert was free from his next mission. As the footmen served the first course, Lady Jane gave the Earl full accounts of the wedding and other events in Guildford. Sir Hugh was unusually well mannered and quiet. 

Lady Jane recalled, “It was delightful sitting with the Turner children and watching them play by the river. They are such sweet children, particularly Marcia. She stole my heart! She has the beauty of her mother, that one!”

Lord Fintelton was interested in the news, and he recalled, “You said that this Mrs Turner was quite a beauty, my Dear.”

“Yes, she is a wonderful lady and is full of sophisticated conversation. I will further the acquaintance if the opportunity arises. Unfortunately, she suffers dreadfully from her present confinement, and this will continue until at least February when the child is due.”

In a concerned voice, the Earl said, “Let us hope the delivery is smooth and both mother and baby remain well. Many mothers pass away at childbirth with great sorrow for the family. I am thankful that you, Lady Jane, were spared this.”

Robert changed his plan. With this pleasant discussion taking place, the time was right. These would be a few momentous minutes in his life.  Better make the announcement now as the earlier done, the more time for defending his decision if required. 

“Mother and Father, Brother and Sister, I have some good news for you, which is particularly opportune as we are all here together.”

Emma looked up from her food with a look of surprised expectation on her face. She thought, ‘Surely, he hasn’t! She did not expect that news until next year. It must be a naval issue?’

Robert looked at Emma’s worried expression, “It is good news, Emma. Don’t fret!”

The family were now greatly interested, expecting some great news about the navy.

“Mother and Father, last night I asked Miss Anne Turner to be my wife. I am pleased to say she has accepted.”

Lady Jane stood up, rushed around the table, and hugged Robert, “Wonderful, Robert! You could not have picked a more beautiful partner for your wife. I am so pleased for you. She will make a worthy addition to this family.”

Emma also rose, coming around the table, “Robert, you will be giving me the sister I always wanted. Having Anne as a sister-in-law will add much joy as we travel together soon. I am speechless – it is so wonderful.”

The Earl and Sir Hugh sat there while Lady Jane and Emma spoke with Robert. Then Sir Hugh stood and quietly walked around, putting his hand out with a big smile. They shook hands, “Congratulations, old boy, from what I have seen of her, she will be a fine partner for you. I wish you all the best.” 

It was clear that Sir Hugh was genuine in his intentions, which surprised Robert, Lady Jane and Emma. Robert was thrilled with the unexpected support he was receiving. 

Lord Fintelton sat quietly, outnumbered at the end of the table, watching all this. He then said, “I am not familiar with this young Lady, Robert, but I understand you have your own life now that you are a Captain of a navy ship. I wish you all the best, my boy. But at some stage, I must meet this girl you are proposing as a member of our family. After all, she will be the mother of my grandchildren, so I should become acquainted.”

“Thank you, Father. You certainly will meet her, and I think you will find her one of the most wonderful young ladies you have ever met. You will be very proud of her, Sir.”

“I’m sure I will, my boy. I’m sure I will. Now when will the wedding be held?”

“Next year Father. We plan on you being in excellent health before the wedding takes place. My wish is that our complete family is at the wedding. Hugh, I would like you as one of the groomsmen. I will also be calling on Neville and perhaps Horace, as well.”

“Ah yes, young Bassington, fine fellow. You know he has joined in partnership with Doctor Sopwith, Robert. They will make a strong team.”

“Yes, Father, I think they will!”

Robert looked at his mother with relief on his face. She came and gave him another hug and whispered in his ear, “Peer pressure can be a good thing at times, Robert.” Lady Jane almost broke out into a little laugh but held it back. Emma’s face was also beaming, given that they carried the day. 

Later that evening, as Lady Jane wished her husband good night, the Earl questioned his wife, “I refrained from embarrassing myself or Robert tonight, but who is this young Turner lady? Why I have never heard of the Turner name before?” 

“Dear, she is the sweetest little thing I have ever met, and do not worry, finding out about her name is unnecessary, as she will go under the name of South once they are married. So, sleep well, my Dear, knowing Robert has made a wise choice.”

“Capital, capital!” said Lord Fintelton and kissed his wife goodnight. 

At Guildford …

Before the McPhersons left for Greenwich, Jonathan took the opportunity of meeting with Hamish. It was their first opportunity given the activities of the wedding. 

“Jonathan, you will be pleased with your share of the first quarter’s profits from the Epsom pub. I expect Reading will be even more successful. The first five years' performance may not be as quick as Epsom's, but it will perform well in time. Will you be joining me in this investment? It will be sound as the building purchased stands near the proposed railway station. Once the railway commences, it will turn into a gold mine.”

“Yes, Hamish, count me in. Please have your attorneys send me the documents. I will have Anne review the figures, and our attorneys forward the investment sum by the end of the month.”

“Jonathan, what would you do without Anne? It is wonderful news about her engagement, but you need her in your business. She is a wizard with figures. Such a good mind for someone so young.”

“I am hoping they will settle in Guildford. After all, Robert will be away most of the time, and it will be close for her mother.” 

“Let us hope our investments expand, and you can provide them with ample servants so she may remain a part of the business. Did the meeting with the Ministry go well? How is our friend Malcolm?”

“Malcolm was in good spirits and enjoyed his tour. We have signed the contract, and the pilot plant will be operating by December. There will be a strain on our cash flow as the Admiralty are a slow payer, but it is a profitable venture, so we have planned for the delay. “

“Good, Jonathan, a wise move. Take my advice, Jeb Hiscock should be left in charge of the bakery and put another in charge of the biscuit factory. This venture will need a new level of experience. Let Jeb concentrate on your core business. He will have his hands full developing the cart runs and the integration of the new mill.”

“With the Mill commencing trials this week, we will start supplying bread to your pubs as soon as the grain arrives for the mill.”  

As Jonathan approached the mill the following day, he found Thomas and Stanley Percival preparing the boiler and crusher for another test. The final testing process had commenced two weeks ago and had progressed well, except for the quality of flour produced. Thomas was sure the problem was the engine coupling with the milling stone. While the grade of the flour made was more refined than that coming from other mills, Jonathan required it finer. Thomas and Stanley replaced the milling stone with an iron constructed crusher mechanism. As far as they knew, this crusher was a first for flour milling. They would see today if it worked. 

On entering the mill, Jonathan acknowledged the men working on the project with a wave. The noise from the boiler was building as the pressure increased. Shirtless sweating men were quickly shovelling coal and building the furnace’s fire. Thomas was above, checking all the couplings in the gear assembly. 

“Good morning, Stanley. Are we ready?”

“Yes, Mr Turner. The boiler pressure is correct. After a final check of the couplings, we shall all stand clear and release the safety locks. Hopefully, we will see history today, Sir. We think it is the first steam-powered mill in Surrey since the Albion Mills!”

Jonathan nodded, “Let us proceed then!”

He watched Thomas as he descended the ladder from the gears and coupling area overhead. 

Thomas explained, “We are using fifty bags of wheat grain this morning and testing it as a production line.  We should stand beside the collection hoppers.”

Several large hoppers were in place, ready for the milled flour. Jonathan looked at the residue on the hopper and saw the previously milled consistency. The noise levels were high, so he shouted at Thomas, “We will soon know!”

Thomas smiled and crossed his fingers. 

Mr Percival sounded a horn, and the workers stood clear. Then he released the safety locks, and the mill’s steam engine came to life, turning the huge iron crusher. Men on the platform above emptied sacks of wheat into the pipe that fed the crushing area. The noise rose even higher as the mill commenced. 

Jonathan waited nervously. So far, the investment in the mill was around forty thousand pounds, a significant investment for a single investor. A small fortune for most men, but investment in new technology required vast amounts of cash for a mill of this size. If it failed, he was bankrupt. The tension rose as they waited on the results. 

The first pour of flour appeared from the crusher. Thomas and Jonathan patiently waited. Stanley Percival could wait no longer, picking up a sample with the cup of his hand. He rubbed the flour and then looked up and smiled.

Jonathan loudly cautioned, “Not yet – let the bulk of a few bags go through, then check the consistency at a higher production rate.”

The flour flow continued, and as the first hopper was nearly full, a man shifted it aside by pushing a second hopper into place. Now the pouring was at full speed, and Jonathan walked forward and scooped flour into his hand. 

He closely inspected the yellowish powder, and from his experience of years of baking, he knew they had achieved their goal. The flour was more refined than anything he had seen. The mill was a success. No one would now replicate their products unless they sourced flour as fine as this. Better still, as far as they knew, they were the only ones producing flour of this quality.    

Jonathan looked up and smiled at Thomas, who also tested the flour. Thomas had a great grin on his face. Jonathan grasped Stanley Percival’s hand and shook it. It was a huge relief that two years of development would now result in income flow.  

“We have succeeded, gentlemen! Congratulations. Now Thomas, find Jeb and show him the new flour. There is no time to be lost; we must test this flour in baking. Test our recipes. Show Sophia as well, Thomas; she is good at creating new baking products. We probably need a new baking kitchen where we can develop new recipes. Congratulations everyone! Thomas, hand out free bread for all the employees today – as much as they require to celebrate our success!”  

With that, Jonathan happily acknowledged all his men and left the mill. This success would be a turning point for his business. They would now have unlimited quantities of higher quality, low-cost flour available. How they would exploit this advantage was now the question. The links with Hamish McPherson would help, but they also must move forward carefully.  

Anne looked up as Jonathan Turner came back from the mill. “How did it go, Father?”

“It worked, Anne, it worked!” Jonathan was almost beside himself with joy.

She stood and shook her father’s hand, then gave him a big hug, “So we are on target with our plans then?”

“Yes, it would appear so! But where do we start?”

“At the beginning, Father, but first, do you have time for a walk?”

“A walk! But why now? I am somewhat distracted by our success today!”

“Yes, Father, a walk. It is important, and we must discuss it.”

An enquiring look sprang onto Jonathan’s face. She said softly, “In private, Father!”

“Yes, certainly, let us go for a walk!”

Jonathan grabbed his coat, and Anne led him out of the bakery towards the river bank. It was mid-morning with few people along the riverside. 

“Now, Anne, what is on your mind?”

“Father, firstly, you know we discussed offices for the business. We need offices soon. We cannot continue confidential talks in front of the general office staff. You and I run the business now, and we need more privacy. You will understand after I have explained.”

“I have thought about that – we can build new offices soon. It will free up space for the biscuit process, that now becomes a priority. But in terms of running the business, what about Thomas? He is involved as well.”

“Yes, Father, our plans should involve Thomas, but he is also leaving and becoming a brewer for the McPhersons. Who will be doing the engineering design work then? We will need someone.”

“Correct, I hope the new Mill Manager, Mr Spencer, can fit into this when he comes.”

“No, Father, he will be an employee and do his job. Thomas is family and has an incentive to improve and expand the business! How will we replace this?” 

“I see. I’m not sure yet. But we will find a solution!”

Anne stopped beside a weeping willow tree and checked that they were alone. Her father noticed her looking both ways, “What is wrong, Anne?”

“Father, we need complete privacy on this matter. I have finished a review of all our finances and projections for the next year. Here is the analysis.”

Handing it over, Anne pointed out the headings of various columns and the different lines of the calculations. Jonathan looked at the figures. “This looks very impressive, Anne, but what does it mean?”

Anne sighed as she knew her father was a good businessman, but understanding figures was not his strong point. 

“Father, it means that if I have projected all our cash inflows against all our cash outflows, then we run completely out of money next September!”

Jonathan looked back at the figures with a confused look on his face.

“How can that be Anne? We have over one hundred thousand pounds in the bank!”

“Yes, Father, but with your commitments with Mr McPherson and our own internal capital needs, the costs keep mounting. You must talk with me before you make any further commitments!”

Jonathan Turner stood there looking back and forwards between the figures and Anne. Was she correct, or was this a ploy? Why would she do that? It was her fortune, as well as the family’s, that was at risk. 

“Let us find a seat somewhere, and you can explain the figures.”

“Across the river Father, in the park. There are seats there. But don’t say much as there will be people moving past us. I will explain, but quietly, so no one overhears us. The cash flow from the new commitments does not provide sufficient funds to offset the capital outlays. The only way to offset these is by using bakery funds which are not free cash flow. We have no option but to use finance, which I would avoid at all costs as it puts our future in the hands of the banks.”

“What is free cash flow, Anne?”

“For the bakery, it is the money left over once we have paid all our costs.”

Jonathan Turner stood there, thinking as the river ran slowly downstream. This daughter of his was like William. She was far more mature than her age. She was showing the experience of a well-trained business owner and more so. She knew more about his business than he did. He had no idea he was in trouble financially, which led him to another problem. What would he do once she was married and having children? 

Anne edged forward, but Jonathan stopped her, “Anne, I am sure you are correct, and you will explain the issues to me while we talk. It may be prudent if Thomas does not see this yet. He may reveal this to Hamish accidentally. That would not be helpful at present. You and I will change the plans and ensure we have sufficient cash.”

“I agree, Father. But Thomas must know at some point. But perhaps not now.” 

“Anne, what will I do without you once you are married?”

Anne looked at her father in surprise and considered what must be said next. She must encourage her father as confidence in a crisis was essential. 

“Father, I will never leave the business until the day I die!”

“But Anne, what about Robert and your engagement? He will expect a wife who will support him from home. That is what our community expects!”

“And so, I shall, Father. But he will understand I am a woman of property, and I am not dependent on him. I will take his name and have his children, but I will never give up my business interests. I love doing this. It has been my life, and I will not let it fail. I will be with you, Father, at your side until you are ready for me and any other members of the family you wish as your replacements. You will want to rest someday, and I will be there for you!”

Jonathan Turner looked at his daughter in disbelief at this radical suggestion. A woman managing in business, this was not done. A woman’s place was in the home raising children, instructing the hired help. What was Anne thinking? 

“Anne, this is very radical. Will Robert understand?”

“Father, Neville requires of you a daily reading from Proverbs, does he not? Read Proverbs Chapter thirty-one. That is what a good wife does. That is the biblical expectation of a Christian wife. That expectation is my ideal and does not preclude me from running a business!”

“True, Daughter, but it will be so difficult for you to be a property owner in our society. You will be looked down on by men.”

“Yes, I will, Father, but not by Robert. We have discussed this, and he understands change is coming. I have also talked with Megan Bassington, and I am encouraged by what is happening in America. We will need a company formed and allocate equity to family members. The banks have advised me they prefer that structure. Hamish McPherson has this in place for his sons.” 

Jonathan took a step back. His daughter’s knowledge was far more advanced than he ever imagined! She was already an integral part of their business management. He knew he would not cope without her. The news that she would continue with him was a great relief.

“Daughter, you are already running much of the business. I am very thankful for your support. Your suggestion of a company structure is something I do not understand but let us develop it. If it helps keep the business safe for your younger brothers and sisters, I am for it. I will find a way and give you more control. We will run this together, Anne, and we will succeed.”

“Thank you, Father. I love working with you. You have taught me so much. I do have another question for you. May I train Audrey Stern on the books, Father! I trust her completely, and she has the ability and would be willing. I need more time to review figures and checking the contracts. I am worried about the contracts you have signed with the McPhersons!”

“Yes, Anne, you may. I will need you more than ever in the next twelve months.  I only hope that Robert understands. His parents certainly will not.”

“Robert and I will settle that, Father. At present, we must focus on our cash flow forecast.”

“Agreed, Anne. Now, where was that seat you pointed out? But just one other question? What about Clementine? It is time she commenced in the business.”

“She will assist Audrey, Father. I have already discussed it with them both. Clemmie is unsure of herself, but Audrey will bring the best out in her.”

Jonathan smiled. He should have known Anne would be one step ahead of him. 

She led her father across the river, where they enjoyed each other’s company as they discussed strategy for several hours.  

At Richard Turner’s Pub, Ewell …

The letter from the shipping line confirmed the booking for Richard, his wife Sarah, and their daughter Katherine. Their destination of Grahamstown, South Africa, was now a reality. He rushed into the kitchen, where his wife made morning tea sandwiches for the hotel guests. 

“Sarah, it has come! The letter with our passage has come. We are going in February!”

Sarah Turner shuddered. She was far from convinced farming in Africa was a sensible idea at their age, but she had dutifully followed her husband in his ventures. She looked at the letter and then passed it back, saying nothing. 

“Sarah, are you not happy about our good fortune in gaining land in Africa?”

She nodded and said, “You know my concerns, Richard. I may never see my sons again!”

“Not so, Sarah. We will return in five years with a barrel of money for investing in a far larger pub. This journey will be a good move for us. Also, Katherine will see the world courtesy of His Majesty’s government.”

“I’m happy for Katherine, Richard, but it is hard leaving one’s home when there seems no need!”

Richard was familiar with his wife’s doubts but would not yield. In his opinion, if they would ever succeed, this was the opportunity. The plans were complete, and soon they would sail overseas. The prospect of a grand adventure excited him. It would make their fortune. 

Richard was the optimist of the family. Sarah always dwelt on reality and kept the family stable. Together they had mastered every situation they faced. But this was different. Richard proposed relocating thousands of miles away from their home country. This time she might let him go alone! 

“Harry manages the pub here, and Oliver is doing well in Epsom. Jonathan will care for them if there is any need. I must write today and advise him we depart from Southampton. I wonder if they will come and farewell the ship.” 

With that, Richard dashed off to his study. He pulled out pen, ink and paper and started a letter. 

Mr Jonathan Turner 

High Street 

Guildford

Dear Jonathan

I am writing today advising of the excellent news we have received from His Majesty’s Government. My family is granted passage to Port Elizabeth in South Africa at the government's expense. We leave from Southampton on Wednesday the twenty-eighth of February 1827.  

As we discussed at our last meeting Jonathan, you will mentor Oliver and Harry, ensuring their development in the management of pubs. Sarah and I are most thankful for this. I am confident Oliver has everything in hand at the pub in Epsom. I understand you and Hamish McPherson will mentor him in the years ahead. I pray you will show the same interest in Harry for my pub at Ewell. A review of the accounts each month would be very encouraging for our youngest son. 

The personal effects we require will travel with us, and the livestock will follow soon after with the same shipping line. It seems that all our plans are falling into place. I am content with our decision and will advise you further in the coming months. 

We will join you in Guildford for Christmas. Our arrival will be on the twenty-fourth of December around mid-afternoon. We shall remain with you until the twenty-seventh of December, when we must return home. I am not sure if Harry and Oliver will join us. We will work towards solving this.

I also received your note advising of the engagement of Anne and Sir Robert South. We are so pleased for Anne and pass her our congratulations. Katherine is most excited for Anne and is longing for our Christmas visit. 

Please write and tell me when you will visit next. 

Your loving brother

Richard Turner.

At the Turner Household, Guildford …

Jonathan Turner read the letter in disbelief. He nodded his head and said aloud, “Foolish! This move is far too soon, Richard!” Jonathan knew Richard was essential in mentoring both Oliver and Harry. Oliver was only three months into his appointment as manager at Epsom. Despite his success so far, there were still many changes Hamish required. The stability that Richard provided in implementing these changes was invaluable. Harry was inexperienced at managing a pub, and Richard ignored this and embarked on his adventure.   

With the confronting issues Anne raised about their business cash flow, the prospect of caring for Richard's sons was unsettling Jonathan. His brother claimed he would return in five years. Jonathan thought it would probably be ten years if they were lucky. He required an alternative plan. 

The Church School, Guildford …

Mid-afternoon, the Reverend Andrew Taggart decided the children would go home early today. He justified his decision by knowing that they would be well behaved when the children arrived home as their energy levels would be lower. 

“Now, children! We have finished school today, so we will say the Lord’s prayer, and then I would ask that you all quietly walk home.” The children readily agreed. 

Simeon and William walked together, looking for things of interest in the shop windows. Madeline was on the other side of the street with friends, and they giggled about the day’s events. 

The Turner boys were unaware that Richard Smith and Caleb Elliot were sitting outside the Free School further up the street. Now a Free School student, Richard carried a heavy burden of expected achievement given his family’s investment in his education. His father aspired Richard would enter politics and perhaps sit in the national parliament. Mayor Rupert Smith’s ambition to become a parliament member seemed distant, so his hopes were now firmly pinned on his son. 

Caleb’s father required assistance in the blacksmith’s shop, so rather than attending the Free School, Caleb took on an apprenticeship under his father. The two boys remained good friends despite their embarking on different paths. Richard, who was lazy and slow, struggled at school and gained few friends, so he cherished any time sitting and talking with his friend Caleb.

The timing of the meeting between the two boys and the Turner children was pure chance. There was bad blood between the boys, as Caleb suspected William of knocking out his two front teeth. Caleb, seeing them approaching, pointed them out to Richard. They would not let an opportunity such as this pass by. 

Since his apprenticeship and the long work hours, Caleb’s personality had changed, becoming an angry young man. Richard was easily persuaded, being scant on moral principles, and some dirty work sounded like fun. They moved quickly up the street into an alleyway and waited for their opportunity. 

Admiring a model sailing boat in the shop window, Simeon was wholly immersed in his discussion with William. His fortune was only a few shillings, but he was keen on acquiring the model.

“I bet it would sail well at the river. We could sail it along the bank. William, will you lend me your three shillings so I have enough to buy it?”

“I like the model Sim, but I think three shillings is a lot of money. I only get an allowance of sixpence a week. It takes a long time to save that money. I will lend you one shilling.”

“If you wanted the boat, I would lend you the three shillings. I would do it for you, Will! Come on, you don’t spend it on anything, and I will pay you back. I promise!”

“If you pay me back, you must pay me back three shillings and sixpence, Sim.”

“But that’s not fair, William! I am your brother so we should help each other. Mother always says we should look after each other!”       

As they walked past the alley, Richard pounced with an empty wooden box, which he crashed down on William’s head. Caleb grabbed Simeon and pushed him against the wall. It only took two punches from Caleb, and Simeon doubled over on the footpath and wailed for help. William was inside the box, which Richard kept kicking, some of the kicks finding their mark on William's thighs and stomach. 

Fortunately, some women heard Simeon’s cries for help and came running, yelling. Richard and Caleb, ignoring it was early afternoon, suddenly realised the attention they were attracting. People were running toward them and warning them off. Richard saw his father watching from the other side of the road with his mouth open. The boys withdrew as fast as they could down the street, away from the disturbance they had caused.

William pulled himself out of the broken box and saw Richard and Caleb running away along the High Street. He picked up a stone from the road and hurled it with all his might at the two boys. Unfortunately, it hit Richard on the top of the head, deflected and smashed a window panel. Richard fell flat on the footpath with blood pouring from his head. 

Simeon, who watched as he lay on the ground, said, “Nice shot, Will!”

One of the ladies who frightened the hooligans off gave Simeon a hand up. As she brushed him down, she complained, “Those ruffians were too afraid to face the music. They were cowards; they just ran off. Now, are you boys all right?” 

Along the street, Richard took out a handkerchief, pushed it against his head and quickly limped off. Caleb was already long gone. Surprisingly William was not injured at all except for a few bruises. Simeon was still doubled over and slowly moving into an upright position. He took in a few big breaths and then stood up. 

The ladies advised William and Simeon that an explanation would be advisable for the storekeeper. The boys walked over and stood beside Mr Higgins, the shop owner, peering in disbelief at his shattered glass window. Madeline ran back and joined them. She took over the negotiations. 

“Mr Higgins, we are so sorry about the window, but it was an accident. My brothers were attacked by vandals just over the street here. They fought them off, and William threw a stone after them, which hit one of them on the head but also hit your window. We are so sorry, but it was an accident.”     

“You are the Turner children, aren’t you? You will need to pay for this. The new glass will cost me nine shillings. Now I want that money by tomorrow. If I don’t see that money, I will speak to your father.”

Simeon said, “Yes, Mr Higgins, we will have the money for you tomorrow morning. You know where we live if you need us. We are very sorry. May we help you clean up?”

“That is very good of your children, but I don’t want you getting cut by the glass. Now off you go. I will expect you tomorrow with the money.”

Further up the street, Mayor Rupert Smith sat down on the seat outside the Free School, thinking about what he had witnessed. His son and Caleb Elliot had attacked two innocent children. He knew Caleb was a bad influence, but surely Richard knew better. Thank goodness the attack had not seriously injured anyone. Tonight, he and Marjorie would have a long talk with Richard. Rupert was sure this was not the proper behaviour of a private schoolboy. 

The three Turner children came away from the shop and crossed the road, heading home. 

Simeon complained, “William, I hope you are happy. We owe Mr Higgins nine shillings, and we don’t have the boat. Why did you throw that stone? If Father finds out about this, you should hide. He will be furious.”

William cringed, thinking about the threat of a beating. Then he thought about the money. 

“Sim, you have four shillings, and I have three. We only need another two shillings. Madeline, how many shillings do you have?”

“None! I spent it on a sweetmeat.”

“You’re not allowed, sweetmeats!”  

Madeline became agitated, “William, don’t tell Father! I don’t want a beating!”

“If you don’t want a beating, help me persuade Anne. She will have two shillings.”

Madeline was not keen on being part of this, but she also understood the penalty for breaking the rules. 

“Alright, but Father must not hear of it!”

They all agreed on keeping it a secret. When they arrived home, Madeline sweetly asked Anne if she could see her upstairs in their bedroom. 

The boys were hidden in the bedroom, under the beds. As Anne came in, Madeline closed the door, and the boys slid out and stood. 

Anne said, “What’s this?”

Sim answered, “Anne, there has been an accident. William threw a stone and broke Mr Higgins’ shop front window.” 

Anne looked at William with some disgust and said, “William, you know you have been told not to throw stones.”

Madeline interjected, “It is a bit more complicated than that.” She explained the whole situation. 

“I see, and is Richard all right?”

“Yes, his father was just across the street and saw the whole thing. He did not help Richard at all but just watched. Richard ran away.”     

William pleaded, “Please, Anne, would you give me two shillings? We can’t tell Father; otherwise, we will all get into trouble, and none of us wants that.”

Anne looked at the three frightened little faces and took pity on them.

“I think I have two shillings somewhere! But you must pay it back. It’s all I have in the world. You must pay me back.” 

“Yes, yes!” the three of them cried out. “We will pay it back.”

Simeon then said, “Of course, William, I can lend you four shillings, but you must pay me back four shillings and sixpence!”

Dinner at the Turner Household …

Jonathan Turner pushed back on his chair and stood. He announced that brother Richard’s family would visit for Christmas and remain a few days. Clementine was incredibly excited, as she was good friends with her cousin Katherine, and they shared fond memories of previous gatherings when the children all went on outings. 

When Jonathan also announced that Uncle Richard would settle for five years in South Africa with his wife and daughter, there was a sudden silence.

Anne was shocked. “Why? Why go to Africa when he has an excellent business in Ewell? It is dangerous out there!”    

Clementine joined in, “What will Katherine do? It is so far away. There is no society, just cannibals and wild animals!”

“Uncle Richard seeks a better life for his family. His application has been successful, and the government has allocated a large allotment of land near a place called Grahamstown. He will establish a sheep and cattle farm there.”

“Will this be a profitable venture, Father?” Anne asked.

“Uncle Richard is of that opinion.”     

“I can understand wool, father, but not cattle. Surely there cannot be a meat trade?”

“There is, but you are correct, Anne. He will commence with far more sheep than cattle.”

Clementine feared for her cousin Katherine, “Please, Father, might Katherine stay here with us? She may stay in my room with Madeline and me. She would be no problem. It would be far safer than living in Africa.”

Eleanora also agreed, “Jon, I agree with Clemmie. If Richard wishes for this risky adventure and Sarah is willing, then let them go, but let us save Katherine from this awful wild place. She is a wonderful girl and would fit in here so well. Please speak with Richard and ask that she might stay with us.”

The others then all joined the pleading. It appeared that Jonathan must save Katherine from the wilds of Africa.

“Eleanora, it is not my decision! Richard is in control of his own family. The best I can do is assist him as he requests!”

“But Jonathan, he is your brother, and he will respect your opinion.”  

Jonathan Turner was not convinced and feared damaging his relationship with his brother. Anne then mentioned it might be helpful having Katherine in the household with another baby coming.

Jonathan wavered, seeing some merit in the proposal. He agreed, indicating a mild discussion with Uncle Richard might be possible, and then changed the subject. 

“As you all know, Thomas will marry Marion on the eighteenth of next month. We will all attend the wedding. Mr McPherson has arranged a rental house for us near the church where they will be married. Your mother and I are keen that we arrive well before the wedding. We will be leaving the week before, and Mrs Jennings and Aggie will also attend.”

Many conversations among the family broke out, but Jonathan raised his hand.

“I have made enquiries for another maid and would hope for an appointment very soon.”

Anne and Clementine smiled at each other in relief. Their Father had answered their prayers.

“The new maid will attend to your mother and complete other duties as required. She will also join us in Greenwich. As the wedding date is drawing near, we must all begin packing for the journey. This occasion will be a great event for the family, so your mother will be discussing with you any new items of clothing required.”

The girls readily identified with this comment and quickly talked about their requirements.

Eleanora asked, “Jonathan, where will Thomas and Marion live until the brewery company builds their house?”

“Thomas discussed this with me, advising the brewery house will not be ready for at least a year. Until then, I will rent a house for them.”  

Anne gave her father a stern look, as this was the first that she knew of another expense against the cash flow. 

Jonathan continued with a smile, “Something special happened today! We tested the new mill, and Thomas, you may explain the result.”

Thomas stood up and puffed out his chest with a big smile, “The mill worked as we planned. The test produced the finest flour I have ever seen. We think we can now produce the best flour in England. Let’s not tell anybody yet, but the mill crushed fifty bags of grain in two hours. Now, if you take the local mills, they only crush around twenty bags of grain a day.  Our productivity advantage is now massive. We will have an endless supply of the best flour in England.”

Jonathan then said, “This is such a momentous occasion; it deserves a celebration with champagne.”

Mrs Jennings brought in two bottles of champagne, and Thomas opened them, everyone cheering at the popping of the corks.

William and Simeon called out, “May we celebrate, Father?”

“Yes, my children, you shall all have a small glass. So shall Mrs Jennings and Aggie.”

There was much delight as the glasses were poured full of the bubbly liquid. Then Jonathan stood and proposed a toast. 

“To the Turner Flour Mill. Long may she produce!”

William took a sip and put his glass down. He watched everyone cheering and the much jovial talk. As his father consumed more champagne, he noticed the more relaxed he became. William stood and approached his father.

“Father, would you give me sixpence, please?”

Jonathan, feeling quite light-headed, noticed William’s approach and heard his question. He looked down his nose at William and then smiled, “Certainly, William!”