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Author Topic: Port Perran/Trepol Bay  (Read 47890 times)

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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #135 on: June 25, 2017, 08:25:06 PM »
After his speedy return, and having learnt from Alan Poldory that the suspicious stranger was a certain Alf Harris, who worked the Hayle harbour area, the sergeant sighed, took a cooling draft of ginger beer and, opening his notebook made a short entry. As he did so, he reflected that if he didn't have to watch the drinkers, he'd have simply grabbed the little boy and asked him just what he was doing and did his parents know that he was hanging around a back bar and he would have questioned the stranger, too, before he had slipped out the front door and into the crowd clustered around the front of the hotel watching the proceedings through the open windows.

But, he could see that the crowd of drinkers are more and more vigorously arguing the merits of 'their' man, Michel Pronin, versus Cant Cove's Madern Pennec whilst also stating that either of them was more than a match for the two pairs of Northen chefs. The drinkers include several crew members of Trepol Bay's fishing fleet and they loudly assert that Michel Pronin always had an eye for the best of their catch and always pays cash, on the spot, and fair prices, too! Although none of them have ever eaten a gourmet meal cooked by any of the local chefs they are all experts on how good a chef, Michel Pronin is and how he is certain to be the final winner.

However, whilst checking that none of the drinkers were getting out-of-hand, the policeman is able to carefully observe the Poldory brothers. Whenever one of the drinkers makes a particularly loud assertion one of the two brothers approaches him and whispers something in his ear. Sometimes the brother is laughed at, but with others the two disappear around the corner and out of sight but shortly return, separately. Every so often, Alan goes up to the bar and has a whispered conversation with the harassed pretty young barmaid who seems unused to the rowdy regulars of the back bar. Then the policeman remembers that she, normally, works the front bar and her boyfriend is a trainee chef in the restaurant kitchen . . .
« Last Edit: June 26, 2017, 06:08:31 PM by Chris in Prague, Reason: Updated. »

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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #136 on: June 26, 2017, 05:26:23 PM »
Michel Pronin had decided on a starter dish of steamed Newlyn crab on a bed of local samphire. A very simple starter but Pronin knew that, correctly seasoned, it would be a winner and would bring out the very best flavour in the loval samphire. He felt certain that this dish alone would be good enough to prove that the Cornish samphire is better than that from Morecambe Bay.
However, Pronin has always steadfastly insisted that in order to get the very best flavour from samphire it absolutely must be fresh from the sea. If possible picked within the hour.
Pronin was not at all happy that he was to use two day old samphire. That's where Alf Harris would come to the rescue. He always provided Pronin with young fresh samphire from Hayle Estuary. Pronin knew that a crisp 20 note would result in a bag of the freshest samphire......................
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #137 on: June 26, 2017, 05:42:44 PM »
Alf Harris  slipped the bag down at the side of Pronin's preparation table certain that he had not been spotted. He hadn't reckoned on the eagle eyed Dickinson who prided himself on his ability to spot any form of wrong doing.
Much as Dickinson was a staunch supporter of all things Cornish he was also a stickler for fair play.
Dickinson had a dilema........what should he do?
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #138 on: June 26, 2017, 05:59:10 PM »
Sergeant Dickinson had a further problem. His orders stated that his priority was to ensure that the Queen's Peace be upheld and, in his opinion, confronting Alf Harris, let alone, 'local hero' Michel Pronin, at this time and place was hardly likely to achieve this whilst leaving the raucous crowd in and around the back bar unattended for any length of time was almost guaranteed not to. Besides, years of experience told him that the Poldory brothers were very likely to be guilty of something far more serious than slipping a fresh bag of samphire in through the back door. On top of that, he knew that DI Rule, in disguise, was sitting in the hotel dining room with a stranger who definitely did not look local but with whom Rule seemed to be on familiar terms. All very curious.

As the sergeant returned to his battered armchair, removed his helmet, and mopped his forehead with a large handkerchief, his mind was already made up. The Poldorys were his priority. What happened in a chefs' competition, unless it threatened the Queen's Peace, was none of his immediate concern. When he next had an opportunity to go inside and saw Miss Penryn he would pass her another note for Rule.

As he enjoyed his ginger beer, the realisation what the Poldorys were, very likely to be up to, was dawning on the policeman. If their baby had not kept him awake recent nights, he felt certain that he would have realised earlier. But how to summon help?
« Last Edit: July 01, 2017, 10:04:56 PM by Chris in Prague, Reason: Corrected. »

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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #139 on: June 26, 2017, 07:35:33 PM »
Meanwhile, in the hotel's dining room, the two detectives had been carefully but unobtrusively studying their fellow guests. The majority were local notables well-known to Rule who identified them to Snapper with anything interesting known to him about them, but there were some strangers among them: the so-called Sir John Bream, who was sitting with a young, slender, pale-skinned, blonde-haired woman with black-rimmed glasses wearing a long black obviously hired evening dress as it did not fit her at all well, being loose where it should be tight, and who looked rather ill at ease; and the famous archaeologist known as 'Naughty Morty' who was seated with the landlady of the "Seaview" guesthouse, near Perran Sands, Mrs. Wynne Diuset, who seemed to be enjoying herself greatly, her companion less so.
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #140 on: June 26, 2017, 07:49:28 PM »
On top of that he knew that DCI Rule, in disguise, was sitting in the hotel dining room with a stranger who definitely did not look local but with whom Rule seemed to be on familiar terms.
Apparently, Rule has been promoted to DCI since the beginning of this saga and is now on an equal footing weith DCI Snapper.
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #141 on: June 26, 2017, 08:07:58 PM »
On top of that he knew that DCI Rule, in disguise, was sitting in the hotel dining room with a stranger who definitely did not look local but with whom Rule seemed to be on familiar terms.
Apparently, Rule has been promoted to DCI since the beginning of this saga and is now on an equal footing with DCI Snapper.

Ooops! My error, Laurence. I will correct that. Thanks.

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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #142 on: June 27, 2017, 01:05:16 PM »
The judges for the semi finals of the competition were charged with picking one Northern pair and one Cornish pair to go through to the final to be held at the Station Hotel at Cant Cove.
The judges , four in all, were all impartial chefs from across the country headed by the flamboyant Alexander Farguharson - head chef at the prestigious Imperial Hotelwhich boasted  a Michelin Star restaurant in Belgravia Square London.
Farquharson was keen that all four judges keep a very close eye on the preparation undertaken by the four competing teams. He was also a stickler for absolute cleanliness and soon spotted the rather tatty and somewhat grimy bag by the side of Pronin's table.
As soon as he spotted the chief judge approaching, Pronin was quick to secrete the bag away. But he wasn't nearly swift enough to deceive the sharp eyes of Alexander Farquharson..............
« Last Edit: June 27, 2017, 02:08:34 PM by port perran »
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #143 on: June 27, 2017, 04:09:43 PM »
Farquharson bustled over towards Pronin and his assistant chef. The two of them were looking a little harried and furtive.
Farquharson, not renowned for either patience, to,erance or tact looked Pronin directly in the eye " the bag, good sir, the bag. Show me the bag-now".
Pronin was cornered and flustered blurting out "It wasn'tmy idea it was his" - pointing directly at the assistant chef, a young sous chef called Donald Etchworthy.
"I don't care whose at fault Pronin, YOU are the chef and YOU are in command of your team. That is fresh samphire in that bag . I can see it from here. I am eliminating you NOW. Your froend from Cant Cove will go through uncontested"
"But....but...I can explain" stammered Pronin.
"Stop preparations now" roared Farquharson. "Leave now, make an excuse about feeling unwell and your reputation will be untarnished"
Pronin, realising that he was undone simply left muttering something in French resembling "Insecte de Ventre - je suis desole" . He ran from the building leaving his embarassed and red faced assistant to tidy up and leave without further ado.
Meanwhile Maddern Prennec continued to prepare his meal with a wry smile. The two Northern chefs , unsure whathad happened also soldiered on.
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #144 on: June 28, 2017, 12:31:06 AM »
 :hellosign: Many thanks for the story Martin (&Chris), all very exciting stuff & glad to see fair play, looking forward to more
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #145 on: June 28, 2017, 12:30:14 PM »
It took some little time for the news of Pronin's expulsion to filter through both to those in the main arena and those in the back bar and outside.
The Poldory brothers had started an illegal book on the outcome of the competition. Secretly accepting bets as to the eventual winner.
Alf Harris who had supplied the fresh samphire to Pronin was  very well known to Alan Poldory who had slipped him two crisp 10 notes to make sure that the bag of fresh samphire was placed near to Pronin's table but in a prominent position. Poldory knew of Farquharson's reputation as a strict disciplinarian and also knew that the discovery of the bag by the chief judge would lead to Pronin's elimination from the competition.
To ensure that the bag would be noticed, Alan Poldory had also bribed Pronin's young sous Chef Donald Etchworthy to ensure that the bag remained in view should Poldory try to secrete it away.
And the purpose of all this enterprise by the Poldorys? Well, of course, they were offering splendid odds of 10-1 on Pronin winning. He was the local favourite and the locals in the Station Hotel were eager to wager a few pounds at such attractive odds. Especially after several pints of Summer Lightning Ale.
The Poldorys were on a surefire winner knowing that Pronin would be disqualified.
By the time news of the chef's departure had filtered through, the Poldorys had amassed bets of over 275 on the local hero. A sum they knew would remain safe in their pockets.
No one could have cottoned on to their little scam surely..........
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #146 on: June 28, 2017, 07:24:34 PM »
Meanwhile, the small boy, Tommy Greet had run as fast as he could to the tiny flat where he lived with his Mum, Dad and two sisters. The flat was at the back of the local chip shop and young Tommy was clutching a rather battered 20 note. "Dad, Dad he yelled you're to take the car to the station and pick up those Poldory friends of yours. They gave me this and say double is waiting for you but you must go now".
Back at the Station Hotel the Poldorys had slipped away walking nonchalantly down the road towards the railway statiin. Satisfied that no one had seen them leave.
Meanwhile the competition continued, minus the disgraced Michel Proniin. Maddern Prennec, of course, progressed to the final as the Cornish representative but it was a close call with the two Northern chefs with Wally Percival finally being declared the winner. His main dish of coconut rice with crab meat dressing, steamed samphire and braised mullet just winning through.
The final, to be held in Cant Cove would be a keenly contested affair.
As the results were announced by the head judge, everyone present began to realise that the Poldorys had sneaked away leaving the punters with no redress to their money. Things were starting to turn noisy and nasty. A wiff of revenge was in the air fuelled by copious amounts of Headland Ale.
Meanwhile the Poldory brothers were by now sitting comfortably in the back of Dave Greet's rather battered Morris minor as it left Trepol Bay heading westwards......
« Last Edit: June 28, 2017, 07:33:03 PM by port perran »
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #147 on: June 28, 2017, 07:29:40 PM »
but it was a close call with the two Northern chefs with
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #148 on: June 28, 2017, 07:34:00 PM »
but it was a close call with the two Northern chefs with
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Apologies Laurence, I accidentally pressed send before I had finished typing. All corrected now.
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Re: Port Perran/Trepol Bay
« Reply #149 on: June 29, 2017, 08:02:33 PM »
Sarge Dickinson was anxious to restore order at the Station Hotel. The locals were calling for the Poldory's blood with the noise and anger increasing by the minute.
In conversation with the landlord it was agreed that an announcement be made that each person present be given two free drinks if they behaved. Sargeant Dickinson asked Farquharson to make the announcement. Being a trained public speaker Farquharson soon had the attention of the rowdy mob and order was restored.
Dickinson had, somewhat foolhardedly, promised the landlord, Tom Tredinnick, that the cost of the free drinks would be recovered from the Poldory brothers in due course. Quite how Dickinson would recover the money he had no real idea but.....That would have to wait for another day.
Meanwhile, with order more or less restored, the remaining participant chefs left the hotel and boarded the late train to Trepol Bay.
The grand final would be held the next evening......................
« Last Edit: June 29, 2017, 08:11:05 PM by port perran »
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