Now on BBC Radio 4, our play, a romantic comedy set in a small rural community in Derbyshire.
Spring Forward, Fall Back by Guy Meredith
with Samantha Spiro as Maggie, Stephen Moore as Ted, Neil Dudgeon as Dennis, Andrew Harrison as Mark, and Jonathan Forbes as Paul.
No churns, no porter, no cat on a seat At Chorlton, Camp Harney or Chester-le-Street Welcome to Hawley.
You don't know it?Have you never shopped at the Allanerdale complex and got hopelessly lost on the way back?Where's this?I told you it was A5013!Are you not a rambler searching for the start of the North Derbyshire Heritage Trail?
Or a mountain biker experiencing the thrill of the drop from the hillside, which was separated from the village by a secluded stream.Though it's tucked away a bit, is Hawley.It's one of those smallish places where everyone knows everyone else.
Morning.Whether they're on speaking terms or not.I said morning.As for public services, well, there's a pub and a church. Yes, and what else?Well, bizarrely, a hardware shop, which has survived through the years.
And less strangely, a newish estate agents, which we'll come to later.Right now, however, you join us at a rather delicate moment. Yes, Mr Ransom, I said 11.30.Yep, it is, as you point out, currently 11.52.Very well, yep, shortly after 11.52.
However, you are not the only person between Bakewell and Matlock with electrical and plumbing needs, but you are the very next on my list and I will be with you shortly.Maggie!Goodbye! What do you think?
I think that when Bill Ransom told me a dripping tap was driving him mad, I should have ignored him on the grounds that he's only a few millilitres short of certifiable anyway.
No, I meant about the petition.Is it prominent enough?
What petition?Ah, clearly not.Besides which, I've been rodding the drains out at Three Mile Farm, and I'm more convinced than ever that they're eating the same as they're giving the animals.
Well, whatever it is, it won them prime dairy prize the year before last. Now, how's that for a petition?I want to make sure as many people as possible in Hawley can see it.Then I would have said the village hardware shop was the wrong place.
Maggie, you know we're always quiet in here on a Saturday.
If only that weren't also true of the other days of the week.Save the Old Stone.
Old Stone.You can leave the U's out when you pronounce it.
A campaign run by the Hawley Heritage Association.One signature, yours.Well, at least you've got all the members to support it.That is not true.All right, there's Mad Bill Ransom and a couple of others.And what is the old stoon when it's at home?
You know perfectly well it is the raised platform outside the Georgian Dragon on which Edward III stood to mount his horse on his visit to Hawley in 1354.
Dad!Dad!People have been tripping over that since time immemorial.
My point exactly.It's an ancient monument, so here's a pen.
Oh, very well.In exchange for some clean overalls.Just for Bill Ransom's taps.And whatever else turns up this afternoon.
Yes, this afternoon.It's only one o'clock.I normally work until six.
Yes, but there'll be no call-outs this afternoon, will there?
Who knows?Here, give me the overalls.No, but... This afternoon, everybody'll be... Oh, who knows what tiny job might not seem vital at a moment's notice?What octogenarium might not need a loose cable fixed or a u-bend cleared?
We are like doctors to the community.That's what you taught me, Dad.Well, yes, but... Even if the hardware shops have lost out to out-of-town superstores, the call outside of the business is still needed.Your words.No job too big or too small.
Although, to be honest, they're mostly too small.
You're appreciated, Maggie.That's the main thing.But if we're talking about this afternoon... Which we're not.
What's in the paper?Dennis asked me again last night.War, famine, pestilence, and British summertime starts tonight.Better make a note of that, Dad.Asked you what?
About whether you wouldn't reconsider.
I'll need top hat washers for Bill Ransom's taps, won't I?
Not the church, of course, but just the reception. Because Chloe's invited most of the rest of the village, and Dennis doesn't want you to feel left out.
Haven't we got any top hat washers?
He'd like you to be there.
Dad, can I remind you of something?What, love?I was present at Dennis's last wedding as the bride, so I think I'll steer clear of this one.Thank you very much.Now, where the hell are those top hat washers?
Yes!It's Paul Tweedle here, ladies and gentlemen, and I want to wish you all a very big welcome to Dennis and Chloe. Oh, Maggie, hello.Paul, I wasn't expecting you here.I was just... Yeah, I know what you were just.
Have you been to the suppliers?
I have, yes.A van full of fittings outside.Including top-hat washers, because we're out of them.In that case, there definitely should be.
Listen, Maggie, I was just... Yeah, Paul, you were practising for your DJ role at the wedding reception this afternoon.I do realise it's taking place, all right?
Now, I'm going to pick up the washers from the van.I'm going off to do a job and should further call-outs arise, I may not see you until after the festivities, in which case... Yes?
I shall be a perfectly happy woman.Goodbye.
That's not too bad then.What isn't?Well, I thought she might be a bit resentful.What, with her ex-husband marrying my sister?Paul, she's suppressing it.Right.What does that mean?
It means she's not recognising her feelings, or not talking about them anyway.She's been like that in the three months since the wedding was announced.Not mentioning it to you, not mentioning it to me.Oh, I thought you might not have heard.
Paul, in a village of 500 people, these things get around. And I haven't helped either, ignoring it, messing around with my petition, pretending it wasn't the fateful day.She'll get over it though, won't she?Dennis and Chloe?Let's hope so, Paul.
What the hell is this?That's a washer.Yes.After 20 years in the profession, I'm aware of that.It is, moreover, the only type of washer you've brought back from the suppliers.The big question is, is it a top hat washer?
Well, now... Because a top hat washer bears a surprising resemblance to a top hat, the sort of headgear that might be worn at a formal wedding.While this, an ordinary washer, is what a boater would look like if I tried to jam it down to your neck.
I think I'm beginning to understand that suppression thing.It's not really about the washers at all, is it?No, Paul.
It's not really about the washers.And I can just see her this afternoon sitting in her van somewhere or driving around neighboring villages looking for work to do.Hello.Johnson and Johnson.Oh, hello, Tricia.Ted.
He's on the phone to my mum.
Beer delivery?What, now?So, Dennis, are you nervous?What?Er, no, not nervous exactly.Well, I don't mind admitting I am.Still, you've been married before and it's my first ever time on stage.I suppose that's the difference.Well, one of them, yes.
You'll have to get a move on.Still, thanks for giving me my break and all.I've got my playlist already.Plenty of oldies, something for everyone.Do you want to see it?Not just now.
I'll send him over straight away. Paul, you're wanted at the pub.Beer delivery's turned up late and your mum needs some help.What?Now?No.Maybe after the reception, when everyone's had three hours staring into empty glasses.Yes, Paul, now.
I need to practice my intros.I bet this never happened to Fatboy Slim.
Maggie asked me why we employ him.Well, what else would he be doing?Vandalizing phone boxes?Not with any great success, I shouldn't have thought, no.Ted, Dennis, I'm glad you looked in.I thought we'd have a beer together for old times' sake.
Not over the road, as it turns out, but I've got a couple of cans here somewhere. Did you see Maggie as you came in?Oh, yes.Driving off at great speed.Well, she won't come to the reception, as you might have guessed.
Ah, here are the cans, nestling behind the weed killer.Not for me, thanks, Ted.Oh, don't worry.The weed killer's beyond its sell-by date. We should drink to the end of an era, you and me being no longer related.
I don't think you can be related to your son-in-law once he's divorced.Well, you've been nobody else's son-in-law in 15 years.And in a couple of hours, you'll be Patricia Treadle's.She's lucky to have you.And I'm sorry to lose you.
We'll still be pals, though, Ted, especially with you and Tricia.Being close neighbors, that's true.Let's drink to friendship, then.To friendship. Only thing is, what's to be done about Maggie?
She's always been self-willed, but since you two split up... Difficult to live with.Tell me about it.And you can't divorce your daughter, can you?What are we supposed to do?Grow old and cranky together?Maybe if she got out more.But she won't.
That's the thing.I think I wore a dress more recently than she did when I was Widow Twanky in the village pantomime.Not to mention the genie in the front half of a camel. Anyway, Maggie's not your problem anymore.You need to concentrate on Chloe.
There are, however, certain similarities.Chloe's still at work.What?At the estate agent's.That's why I came round.I tried to drag her out.I got an earful.You know how to choose them, Dennis.Still things to do, apparently.
So I was wondering if you popped over.
It's a village occasion, this wedding.You're right.So I'm the man to ensure it runs smoothly.Leave it to me.She won't keep Hawley waiting in the church. Hello, who's that?Not Chloe, unfortunately.Could be a customer.
Yes, come in, come in, it's open.
You seem to be having a convivial time.Oh, the beer.Well, if you're over from the pub, I'm afraid these were the last cans I've got.No, no, what a marvellous shop.Eh?
Oh. A real old-fashioned hardware store.Tools, pails, paint, brooms, the lot.Plus plumbing and electrical work.So what are you after?Wonderful.Directions, actually.Oh.
I mean, I'd happily come back another time and buy something, but just now I'm a little late for an appointment.Treadle's Estate Agents.Where?Treadle's Estate Agents.Yes, I heard you the first time.Ah.
Then if you don't know where it is, I do have a problem.Know where it is?Of course I know where it is.What are you doing there?Looking at houses, I hope.Oh, my God!
Is there a problem?I'll take him.And I'll speak to her at the same time.
No, I'll go.I'll have to put my foot down.Please, just a few directions would be fine.No time.Come on.This is really very hospitable of you.Mark Bryce, by the way.Yes, yes.Look, we'll have to run.Good luck, Dennis.
Dear, oh dear.Dennis and Chloe.Chloe and Dennis.Well, it might work.Stranger things have happened.Dumb!And I forgot to get him to sign the petition.
And who was that, arm in arm with Dennis?Someone sent to drag him all the way to the altar?
I'd be kicking and screaming if Chloe Treedle was trying to get a clause into me.
Maggie, Dennis has never kicked and screamed in his life.That's why women like him.Anyway, what are you doing back so quick?
Oh, I told Bill Ransom I couldn't do the job till I had the proper fittings.Besides, I wanted to apologize.
All right.There's no need to make that face.It may not happen very often, but I mean it.I admit, that wasn't very nice to Paul.
Well, he's not here now.He's over at the pub.
Well, I'm not going in there.I'll do it later.You've got to realise, that's all, it's not easy seeing your ex-husband remarried, especially in a place like this size.
Of course I understand that, Maggie.Of course I do.
But I'll be fine with it, really.I made a decision.I'm going to take the afternoon off and have a long bath with a good book.
If that's what you feel best with.
I do.I need to relax more, and that's a fact.
Well, that's something coming from you.Come here.Give us a hug.
Maggie!Ted!Help!Paul, what is it?The stone!The pub!The what?That old piece of rock.It's always in the way.And I was hurrying with a beer barrel.You've damaged the old stone?I don't know.The barrel took a ricochet and straight down into the cellar.
Oh my God, was anyone hurt?No, but there's a hell of a mess of pipes down there.And the reception's starting in a couple of hours.Ted!Maggie!Do something!
Full marks for accuracy, though, Paul.Hitting the rising main.What's the time?There was more light down here in the cellar, I could tell you. Perhaps you'd like me to renew the electrics whilst I'm at it.
I told my mum there was only minor damage.If we're not fixed by the time the reception starts upstairs, she'll kill me.Oh, don't worry too much about that, Paul.What, you mean you'll stand up for me?Say it could have happened to anyone?
No.If we're not out of here by the time the reception starts, I'll have killed you myself.
The fury of your mother, faced with several hundred wedding guests and nothing to drink except possibly what you're mopping up off the floor, will be nothing as to mine.Sorry, Maggie.Sorry, Maggie.
When you're up to your ankles in a mixture of beer and water, and your ex-husband's reception's about to take place ten feet above your head, that helps a lot.It was very good of you to come over, under the circumstances.
Yes, well, when you've taken the plumber's equivalent of the Hippocratic Oath, Let's just concentrate on getting out as soon as possible.There.That joint's finished.What else?Here.
This is the last one.Best bitter, I think.
I'll say this for you, though.It's one of the more interesting jobs I've had lately.For an apprentice plumber, you're good at creating business.
That's the thing, though, Maggie, isn't it?
Pass a length of pipe.What is? I'm not an apprentice plumber, am I?
You were right when you shouted at me earlier.It was only because my mum persuaded your dad that he needed some extra help.
The only reason he needed extra help was he did his back in lagging her loft, after which he hasn't done a call-out.And she never paid him.
She can be a bit tough, my mum.You could say that.I love her and all, but even so, I think I've got to get away.Pressure fittings. You?Get away?Where?And to do what?Well, that's the thing.I don't know.
The only thing I'm good at is sitting in my room, spinning discs.That's why this reception's so important to me.It could be the first step in a career.Well, I suppose you never know.Well, I've got to start somewhere, haven't I?
Did you never dream of leaving, Maggie?Me?What have I got to do with it?Well, I want the benefit of your experience, that's all.
Your advice.It's a handy time to ask for it. Yes, I suppose I considered it, when I left school for a start.
But you didn't, because of your dad?
Partly.My mother had died by then, and he was on his own, trying to run the shop and do jobs.It seemed natural I should help him out.
And then you got married?
And Dennis got a manager's job out at the Allenadale Shopping Centre.So we couldn't go far off.By the time we split up, my dad's back had gone, thanks to your loft. and I had to take on the outside jobs.So, then there was no question of leaving.
Pass the jointing compound.That sounds like a warning.It is.We'll be leaking gallons if we don't use it.No, I mean your life story. Thanks.
No, don't get me wrong.It's not just you.Chloe's the same.Really?In what way?Well, you're both wrapped up in what you do.Though it isn't going that well for either of you.Isn't it?I mean, the estate agency.Nah, there aren't enough houses here.
And the people who own them are like you.They wouldn't know where to go if they left. I didn't say I wouldn't know where to go.I just said I hadn't done it.All right, but perhaps the whole village is the same.
No-one's very happy, but for whatever reason, they don't make a change.I mean, they make... What's the word?Superficial changes, but nothing big.So if you're gonna strike out into the wild blue yonder, do it while you're young.Do you really think so?
Do you really think that's it?
Maybe.Well, one thing's for sure. The older you get, the less likely you are to take risks.And the more time you have to look back on with regret.What?That's the church turning out.Switch the beer tap on.And the stopcock.Right-o. That sounds good.
Let's go.I'll take your toolbox.Oh, and Maggie.Thanks.I'll be invoicing your mum.Don't worry.No.I mean, for talking to me instead of yelling.If I'm not out of that pub door before the guests arrive, there'll be time for yelling.
Get up those cellar steps.Coast clear so far.Up you come. First time I've been behind the bar in a pub.
They look different when they're full.Not that this one ever is.That's one reason why my mum's happy to have such a big reception.See if she can get the village used to drinking here again.
Seems like whatever business you run in Horley, you're doomed to failure these days.Where's the counter flap again?Here.Right.Give me the toolbox.I'm through that exit door before it swings open the wrong way. Maggie?Paul?Oh, there you are!
Is it done?Yes, thanks for asking, whilst you've been swanning around in your best suit.
Talking of which, I'd better go up and get changed.
Yes, off you go.They're still posing for photographs.You've got time.
You should see them, Maggie.The whole village together.Reminds me of the old days when there was a real community spirit.
Oh, marvellous.It's nostalgia hour.Dad, I just want to get through that door.
Oh, yes, do.Do.Just one thing, though.This builder who's moving in... What builder?
Mark Bryce, his name is.He's buying a house here in Hawley.He came into the shop earlier.
Dad, what are you talking about?
Where did all this come from?Well, I didn't have a chance to tell you.I didn't know he was a builder then, of course, but then he sat next to me in church.
Let's just get this straight.A builder named Mark Bryce... From London...from London is moving into Hawley.
Ivy Lodge, to be precise.
And you've just shared a pew with him?
Yeah.Funny, really. Chloe turned up late because she was showing him round and then the poor chap felt so embarrassed that he stayed for the service.Nice enough bloke though.
Nice enough?Dad, a builder here in Hawley would wipe us out.Hardware shop, call out service, the lot.
I know, that's occurred to me.Oh, good.No, I was really worried about you, but then came the sermon.Paul to the Corinthians.Strength through unity.You're losing me again.
The vicar was referring to marriage, of course, but it holds true in other spheres too, doesn't it?Johnson, Bryce and Johnson.What do you think?You what?Metropolitan muscle meets local know-how.We could both win.
I'm back.I'm just gonna go finish setting up.Good lad.Hold on, Dad.You are suggesting that we merge with a builder who you have sat next to for the space of one hour, and all because St Paul suggested a similar operation to the Corinthians.
You didn't take the opportunity of mentioning it to him between hymns, did you?
No, of course not.That's why I'm telling you now, so we can think about it. But it would take the pressure off you, wouldn't it?If you were somehow part of a larger organisation.What you said earlier on, you needed to relax more.
Dad, I can't handle this now.
No rush.He's not going to go away, is he, if he's bought a house?At the same time, I thought, the sooner the better.Ladies and gentlemen... Paul, the amp.What about it?We'll talk later, all right?Best thing.
I'd better sort the young fella out before he bursts everyone's eardrums.
Johnson, Bryce, Johnson, St Paul and the Corinthians.What have you next?How's it all?Oh.
Dennis.I might have guessed.
Because it's your wedding.Congratulations.
Oh, thanks.I just came over to check.I heard about Paul's accident.You fixed everything?Yep, I fixed everything.That's very good of you, Maggie.
Don't mention it.And now, that door looks very inviting.
Just one thing first, please.What?Well, this wedding, the church and the reception here, it's just like ours.Carbon copy.
Well, that's because there's only one church and one place big enough to have a reception in Horley.
I know, but I don't want you to feel that I've engineered it in some way to hurt you.Ladies and gentlemen.
I don't, Dennis.Anyway, I dare say the music will be different, won't it?
I suppose so.I haven't seen the playlist.Ladies and gentlemen.There you go.Good luck, Maggie.
And you. Oh, no, they're coming.Couldn't you afford more photographs?
Sorry.They must be keen on the refreshments.
Isn't there another way out?
Behind the bar, through the kitchen.
Ladies and gentlemen... Forget it.
It's too late.Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Chloe and Dennis's wedding reception.
Excuse me.Toolbox coming through.Sorry.Make way, please. And for our first record... Oh, I'm sorry.Er, two parts coming through.Oh, er, sorry.Could you make way, please?Oh, excuse me.Thank you.Sorry.Excuse me.
When I tell everyone that you're in love with me Congratulations and jubilations I want the world to know I'm happy as can be Who would believe that I could be happy
I trust that's got the message across.And we've a lot more music for you here this evening.Something to dance to, something to sing along to, something just to bring back memories.First off, let's stay lively with T-Rex.
Excuse me.Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.No, I was just... On your way to a call-out?
Oh, no, I'm coming from one.Flooding problem in the cellar.
Then you must be the other half of Johnson & Johnson.The half I haven't met, that is.Mark Bryce.Oh.You sound wary.Have I got a reputation already as a man who makes brides late for their own wedding?No.Good.
I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot.
So, you're thinking of setting up, then, are you?Setting up?As a builder.You are a builder, aren't you?
Yes, of sorts.More restoration than building.Historic, listed stuff.But if you mean am I starting up a business here, nothing could be further from my mind.
Sounds like it.I only had snatches of a conversation with your father.He may have got hold of the wrong end of the stick.I'm coming to Hawley to escape, not work.And I have to say, I can hardly wait.
Well, if it's Ivy Lodge you're buying, you'll have to.It's all but derelict inside, isn't it?
There's a lot to do, that's for sure, which is why I wanted to speak to you.Me?
It's not worth bringing your whole team up from London for one house.I was hoping to employ someone locally.Would you be interested? Yeah, I suppose so.Excellent.I was hoping to have it ready for the autumn.
When the kids are back at school, I only have them at weekends, and it would be the perfect bolthole.Do you think that's feasible?
Well, I'd have to do a site inspection first.
Of course.Such a beautiful spot.The evening sun on the hills, the last sparkle on the stream, the shadow of the church tower.Still, there'll be an hour's more daylight tomorrow.
The clock's changed tonight.
They sound happy enough.I was invited in, but I should be getting going down the motorway.I'm keeping you as well.
And now for something a little slower.
Goodbye, Miss Johnson.I'll, uh, I'll be in touch.Miss Johnson?
About Ivy Lodge. The work, we'll need to plan it.
Sorry, I, yes, the work, of course.
No, nothing.We'll plan the work, that's right.What is it?What's wrong?My father didn't say anything, did he?About Dennis and me.No, why would he?It's just the same song, that's all. Same evening, but another time.
I don't understand.But here, take my handkerchief.
Whatever it is, I'm very sorry.I wish there was something I could do about it.
I can't, can I?I can't leave you on your own like this.I don't even know your first name.
It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Maggie!Maggie, are you there?
Maggie, what are you doing up a stepladder?So many possible answers come to mind.Is this lightbulb a clue?Do you know what the time is?I was relying on the radio to tell me.
For goodness sake, it is twenty past one.
Really? Just time to finish, then.Another four spots to install and I'm done.Four spots in 40 minutes, Maggie!
You better had be.It'll be a one-sided wedding.Otherwise, won't it?Look, you've done a marvellous job here.No-one would have believed Ivy Lodge could turn out like this, but there comes a time when you have to stop.
And that time is when the job's finished. You're not very smart, by the way.
I just hope Mark's a patient man, that's all.
Well, he'd better take masterclasses from Job if he's going to put up with you 24 hours a day.
Look, Dad, this is my last ever job.I want to bring it to a proper end.I would have thought that you could understand that.Didn't you feel frustrated when your career ended halfway through lagging aloft?
Er, well, erm... Well, er, yes, I, erm... Yes, I suppose I did, yes.
Right, then give me a bit of leeway.
You really think you'll be able to cope, do you?With what?With doing nothing in London.
Well, I don't know.We'll have to see, won't we?
Yes, but given that that's the plan for the rest of your life with Mark, I would have assumed you'd put some thought into it.
Well, I'm not exactly going into it cold, am I?I've been up and down there half the summer, in between fixing this place up.I met his family, got to know his children.And London's a place I'd always secretly dreamed of living.
It's as different from Hawley as can be. As for giving up work, well, it's a risk, I admit.But it's an adventure, too, Dad.An experiment.
And if the experiment fails?
Well, then I can go and work with Mark, can't I?Historic buildings need plumbing and electrics, too.
You've spoken about that with him, have you?
Well, no, but then the situation hasn't arisen yet.There.Finished.Switch on.Perfect.Done.
Maggie, you know I want the best for you, don't you?And I'm truly pleased you're marrying Mark.He may be from a different background.His family firm may go back several centuries instead of just two generations.But I like him, nonetheless.
Still, I want you to promise me something.If things don't work out in any way, you'll tell me, won't you?
Of course I will.Anyway, Mark and I are going to be up here most weekends.Otherwise, what's the point of renovating this house?So you'll know, Dad.Besides, I'm more concerned about you.Me?
Well, with shutting the shop down.You're going to be a man of leisure, too.
There's plenty in this village to do, lots to organise.
Like the campaign to save the old stone.20 signatures and the highways people took it away last week.
Well, that shows you I've got to throw my weight into it more, doesn't it?Being retired will be the perfect opportunity.And anyway... Anyway what?I've sort of got an iron in the fire.
Well... Well... No, I can't tell you now.Maggie, in half an hour or so, I'm due to walk you up the aisle.You've just got time to have a shower, get dressed and... What are you doing?
I'll clear up first.That's what you taught me.Never leave a job dirty.Maggie!
I can't watch!I can't!I'll be back for you in 20 minutes. Hello?Anybody there?Are you decent?Unfortunately, yes.20 minutes.
Is he getting a bit nervous?Oh, you know my dad.It's a village occasion.Good of Mark to invite everyone, though, isn't it?Being a newcomer.Well, I think you'll find that's the reason, Paul.You step back there, would you?
I've got to sweep behind there.
I'll do it.You should take these.Look, that's what I came for.A handful of weeds?How kind.Mark's kids think they're flowers.It's a bouquet.
Well, in that case, it is kind.I'll put them in water.
Are you getting on with him, then?
Children?I think so.Unless, of course, they really do know the difference between weeds and flowers.
It can't be easy taking on someone else's kids.
No.Well, it was a bit of a struggle at first, but they're both still young, luckily.
They seem to like it up here, at any rate.And my mum's smitten with them.Even Chloe's got a soft spot.
Then they must truly be angels.
Anyway, it doesn't matter about real parents, does it?My father spent his whole life propping up the wrong side of the bar and was no use to man nor beast. I get on much better with Ted.There.How's that?Clean enough?That's lovely.Thanks, Paul.
Hey, and listen, I've got news.You're not the only one things have moved on for.Remember that bloke from Manchester?No, what bloke?Perhaps it was one of the weekends you were down in London.
He was touring around, came to one of the Saturday night discos.The ones are held after Dennis and Chloe's reception was such a success.And he was really impressed with the atmosphere.
Even my dad came round to the idea that they might be a good way of resurrecting village spirit.Hi.
Well, it's not just that, though.He rings me last night, this bloke.Turns out he runs a club and he might have an opening for a new DJ.No!Yeah, he's got a confirmed like.But he's looking for someone to play 70s and 80s stuff.
Apparently, slick DJs are out.Although... Actually, I thought I was quite slick.That's great news.When will you know?He's got my mobile.He can phone me any time.Oh, Paul.I'm really pleased for you.Oh, thanks.
And in the meantime, I'm gonna make sure that you and Mark have the best reception ever.After all, you paved the way for all this.Did I?How?
You remember that talk we had back in the spring, just before Dennis and Chloe's wedding, about sticking with what you've got or jumping off into the unknown?
Yeah.And you said that people in Hawley only make superficial changes.
Well, we've broken out, haven't we?I'd started those Saturday discos, and look what it might lead me to.And you're starting a whole new life, beginning in... Wow, in just over 25 minutes.I'd better leave you to get on.I'll see you in church, Maggie.
A whole new life.Mark and Maggie Bryce. Maggie and Mark Bryce.Mark and Maggie Bryce.
Thank you, Kate Bush.Just after 25 minutes to the hour.And talking of hours, Don't forget, the clock goes back tonight.So that means extra snuggling up time in bed tomorrow morning.Maggie?
I was just... Listening to the radio?No, of course not.Maggie, you're marvellous.Come here.
And what's so marvellous about me?
I'm not sure the way you take things in your stride, I think.
Yes.Me, this house, the kids, the wedding.Nothing throws you.You're always so capable.And at the same time, you're a perfectionist.Look at the work you've done here.
Well, I've enjoyed every minute of it.I felt myself changing as I went along.As if rewiring and laying pipes are really something to do with a human body.As if you really could come out a new person at the end.
Well, don't change any more, because this is the way I love you.
Well, could stand a kissing, or I could go and get ready for my wedding.
Let's plump for the second option, shall we?Right.
Just one thing, Mark.If I do get bored in London... Do you think you will?
I don't know, but if I do... Don't say anything else.I've got a plan.A plan?
I wasn't going to say anything until after the ceremony, but... Well, I suppose it's only fair.
Mark, you're being intriguing.
OK.But it only came to me last night.I was having that drink with Dennis and your dad, a mini stag night, as it were, and it was something Dennis said about Chloe.About Chloe?
Well, of course, being Dennis, he was very discreet, but obviously things aren't going very well between them, partly because of her business.And it was then that it struck me... Mark!
Here you are.Oh, Maggie.Dennis, what is it?Oh, no great panic.Just not as fit as I used to be.Emma's in a bit of a state, that's all.What about?Ah, fallen over and cut her knee.
Stitch is definitely not necessary, but sticking plaster doesn't go with bridesmaids' dress, hence tears.
I think at this stage you should probably concentrate on yourself.Thanks, Dennis.I'll look after it, and I'll trust you to get Maggie to the church on time.That is, in about 20 minutes.
Is this a normal part of the best man's duties?
I don't think so.The best man's supposed to look after the groom, isn't he?Actually, I've never done it before.
It's quite an honour for Mark to ask you.
Well, as he said, I was sort of responsible for the two of you coming together.If Chloe and I hadn't been getting married on the day he came up... Yes. So, how are things?Things?Well, the Allendale Shopping Centre's doing booming business.
In fact, they're thinking of opening a series of centres down through the Midlands, so we'll all be merry men.
What I meant between you and Chloe.
We're working at it. Probably should have made a better start, given it was my second time on the circuit, but... Practice doesn't make perfect, is that it?Depends on the couple.I'm sure you and Mark will be fine.
I don't know.For some reason, I... I can't say this to anyone else, Dennis, but... I'm scared.Deep down, I'm scared.That's normal.No, it's not.I wasn't scared when we married.Were you?
No, but we were a lot younger then.What are you scared of?
Well, that's what I'm not sure.20 minutes ago, I was up that stepladder and I was happy, really happy.But then I wasn't thinking of the future, only about what I was doing at that moment, listening to the radio and screwing in a spotlight.
And now you're looking ahead and you don't know what it holds.Yeah.
But the stupid thing is, it was the very fact of hurtling into the unknown that made me agree to marry in the first place.Of course, I was flattered when Mark proposed, but mainly it was the idea of change that attracted me.
And that's not enough, is it?
Don't know.Perhaps we split up because we didn't change.
Or because I couldn't have children and took it out on you.But, yes, that comes to the same thing, doesn't it?And what's to stop it happening again with Mark?The children are in place this time, but... You're not in love with him.
Is that what you're saying?
No.I'm not.Are you with Chloe?
I just couldn't carry on living on my own.
Oh, what have we done, Dennis?How do you mean?What have we done?Divorcing and remarrying without considering what we're doing, what we're losing, what we're gaining, what effect we're having on other people.
I don't know.But you can't turn the clock back.
Can't you?Well, maybe sometimes you can.
Maggie. You're not really having second thoughts, are you?
Everyone's depending on you.You have to go through with it.
Don't hold me, please.Don't do that.
But you can't back out now.It's too late.
Maggie!Maggie, are you ready?
Wahoo!And now, please, I'd like you to raise your glasses in a toast to Maggie and Mark.Maggie and Mark!And I ask the Hufflepuff to lead us in a nice, smoochy walk.
So, alone at last, more or less.
Afraid I never told you.I'm not much of a dancer.
Lack of practice, I expect.Can't be coordination, given the way you sprinted up the aisle.
Sorry about that.Did cut things a bit fine in the end.
Don't worry.I knew you'd be there.
Children having a good time?
Yes, they are.They really love it here.Which brings me back to the point.
The one I began on earlier at the house about Chloe.
How did the children fit into that?
I sort of began with them.On the way up here, they were asking me whether they could go to school in Hawley.That'd be difficult, given that there isn't one.There's a primary in Darnfield, though, isn't there?That's only two miles up the road.
Still, it's a bit of a long commute from London on a daily basis.
Which brings me to the second step.I was talking to Sandra during the week, and you'll never guess.
Well, no.Not knowing your ex that well, I probably won't.You better tell me.
Well, it turns out she's thinking of remarrying herself, which entails her inheriting four kids.
So, she's thinking of abandoning her own?
No, of course not.But she's willing to consider a more equitable division of access.And meaning, in plain English?We could live here, if we wanted to.Full time.
What do you think? living in Hawley?
The kids would basically be with us.They'd go down some weekends or holidays.They'd be over the moon.
I've looked at it from all angles and I can't see any downside.
Well, there's your business for a start.You can't run that from up here.
There are plenty of members of the family can handle that.I've got brothers, sisters, cousins.
Yeah, but what about making a living?
Ah, that's where Chloe's scheme comes in.Chloe's scheme?It was what I started telling you.I found out through Dennis.
One of the things she did, when she found she couldn't shift property in Hawley, was draw up plans for a new development just outside the village.
Really?That's the first I've heard of it.
She kept it under her hat, for obvious reasons.Anyway, it's got no chance of success.
I went along to the agency this morning and saw it.The housing design's hopelessly wrong.However, she found the right partner.Someone who had an idea of building in character.
Exactly. Then when it's approved, there'll be plenty of work up here.And who knows, after Hawley, there might be other villages.The point is, someone's going to build here, sooner or later.And it should be someone who's got a feel for the place.
And more than that, an emotional investment.
Wait a minute.You'd set up with Chloe?
On a professional basis.And then if her business problems were solved, things might get better between her and Dennis.You see how it all fits together?But... You said yourself you were worried about what might happen when we moved to London.
This way, we don't have to.What do you say?I... I know.Ted's bound to object to this development business, but I'm certain I can explain it to him.
OK, disentangle yourselves, straighten your clothing and look respectable.It's nearly time for the speeches.So, one last chance to charge your glasses and fill your plates.You never know how long they'll drag on for.
I'd better go somewhere quiet and practise mine, I suppose.What?
In the meantime, a little more music.
Well, Maggie, I've given my daughter away twice now and I couldn't have been luckier with my son's-in-law, that's a fact.Oh, good.But there's something else I should tell you.Perhaps I should have told you before, but... What?
I wanted to put your mind at rest on something.You really don't have to worry how I'll fare when you're away.I won't be alone. You see, for some time now, Patricia Treadle and I have been... Well, we've been seeing each other, as it were.
Yes. She's watching from behind the bar.Try to smile.
That wasn't a very good attempt, Maggie.
And what exactly do you mean by seeing each other?
Now, I know you don't like her, but the thing is, your whole view of Tricia is based on a misconception.The idea that I put my back out, lagging her loft.The truth is, that wasn't exactly how I did it.You mean... Yeah, I do, actually.
But of course I looked at it that way.It was no wonder I didn't get paid, is it?So, you see, there really is another side to her.A tender side.
I can't... I'm having a lot of difficulty getting my head round this.
Well, let it sink in, gentlemen.
Exactly how long have you two been... No, no, don't worry.Your mother passed on well before.
Well, that's something.And Mr Treagle?
He wasn't much of a husband to Tricia.I'm pretty sure he knew anyway.Try to be understanding.Dad, this is something of a shock.I can see that.And what about Paul?What about him?
Well, does he know?About you and his mum?
No, and it might be best to leave him in the dark, I would have thought.
Why?Doesn't he deserve to... No, not that.
Are you saying it started before... Well... Before Paul was born?Actually... And that Paul is... He's my... Well, he could be, I suppose.Probably, to be honest.But there's no real need for him to know, is there, Maggie? Maggie, where you going?
Excuse me, please, sorry.
Maggie, wait a minute.Maggie, Ted, any tips for my speech, apart from keep it short?
Excuse me, Dennis, I need some fresh air.
Is everything all right?Not exactly.I mentioned something to her.What about?About me and Tricia and Paul. Oh, good timing, Ted.I just came to a decision.It was now or never.
If you'd come to a decision sooner, you could have asked Paul to put that on his playlist. Is she very upset?You saw her.I thought, you know, what with all the joy of getting married, she might have seen partnerships in general in a kind of light.
Right.Well, fundamental mistake there, then.Perhaps I should go out after her.
I think someone should.Well, I'm about ready to sound off.They can't be a difficult audience by now, can they?Anyway, I'm giving them a sort of peon to Hawley.Right.Oh, yeah, peon.Great, yeah.Sorry, is anything the matter?
No, no, just, er... Ted has a slight problem, that's all.Ah, let me guess.Actually, I think I have an idea what it is.You do?Yes, it's to do with village affairs, isn't it? Well, yeah, in a way, yeah.And you've been speaking to Maggie, haven't you?
I have, but... Ted, don't get yourself into a panic.It's nowhere near as dreadful as you think.
Who said it was dreadful?It's a matter of the heart.
There are strong emotions in play.I understand that, Ted, but in the end, the Hawley housing development is in everybody's interests. The what?The Hawley Housing Development.
Look, guys, would you excuse me?Of course.And what exactly, Mark, is the Hawley Housing Development?Well, it's... I thought you... I thought Maggie must have... Ah.
Well, I'd better explain, hadn't I?Yes, I think you'd better had.
And now the time has come.Could we have our speech-makers up on the stage, please?And above all, the bride.The bride? The bride?The speech makers?Who's that?Oh, do you mind if I take it?I'll tell you what, I'll leave you with Rod Stewart.
Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be
There you are.You knew, didn't you?Of course you did, being so pally with him.About Dad and Patricia Treedle.
And Paul being my... Half-brother. So why didn't you tell me?We were married, for God's sake.Well, Ted didn't want me to.
This place, the perfect English village, everyone living in each other's pockets and still full of secrets.
Another of which is currently coming out.Chloe's housing plans, Mark's breaking them to Ted.
Yes, because he's going into business with her.And do you know what that means for me?It means that I'm going to continue living right here in Hawley.
Apparently, since Mark seems to have taken it for granted that that's what I'd be happy to go on doing.So my only other option is to up sticks and leave by myself.
Are you really considering that?
Well, that would be ironic.Mark about to deliver his peon to the greater Hawley, and you contemplating catching the next train south.Have you thought about his kids?
Well, having both a mother and a stepmother living 150 miles away would be unfortunate, wouldn't it? I don't know, Dennis.
I really don't.I told you I wasn't sure about getting married.It was you who persuaded me to go through with it.You two!
You're supposed to be inside!It's speech time! Still, never mind.Maggie, guess what?I'd rather not at this stage.I had the call from Manchester.The guy says I'm exactly the DJ he's looking for.I'm starting next week.Oh, Paul, that's fantastic.
I've got to hug someone.Do you mind if it's you?I think it's appropriate.Come here.I'd better get back.Come in when you're ready.I'll hold them up till then.
You know what Paul said to me once?He said that people in Hawley only make superficial alterations to their lives.But isn't that true of everyone everywhere?
You switch partners, you move towns, you shift jobs, and it's still the same you underneath, isn't it?It is.
Circumstances change.People don't.
Yes, you're right.Paul's still Paul, but he's got lucky, that's all. No.Do you know, it's more than that.It's because Paul is how he is that he's got lucky.He didn't have to change.
And do you think there's a lesson for us all there?
Maybe.I can't quite work it out.
Don't hate yourself.Don't hate what you are or what you do.And don't hate other people either.Trust that in the end, you'll bring out the best in each other.
And that's how you feel about Chloe?Yes. And that's how I should feel about Mark.
Well, that's up to you, of course.
The village needs new plug, Ted.Can't you see that?It'll just die slowly otherwise.Look at your amateur dramatic society and your petitions.And what about the pub itself?Yes, today it's full, but how about on normal evenings?
How much longer can it remain open?Funny you should raise that, because I was thinking of taking a closer interest in it.Then you should know, Ted, that when your pub goes, your community is gone.There they are, look. Maggie Dennis.
Sorry, Mark.I've been keeping your wife from you.Don't worry about that.We've had a good chat, and Mark's quite right.We need to open things up here.Fresh blood can't do us any harm.Adding to the village doesn't necessarily take away what you've got.
And there'd be plenty to keep you busy, eh, Maggie?No chance of you getting bored now.I might even potter around in the business myself.What do you say, love?
I say yes, Dad.I say yes.
And now for a change in tempo!
Well, that's solved.I suppose we should go inside.Maggie?
Yeah, I'll be right with you.
So, exactly how many houses do you envisage?Well, Chloe's plan was for 30 to begin with.Obviously, there could be a second phase, subject to the relevant approvals.
It's just struck me.If I'm related to Paul, then I'm also linked to Chloe.
Well, that's true.And through her to me, while working the other way.You're connected through me to Mark.Not to mention the children.And, of course, Ted.
Yes.It's getting chilly.Evening's pulling in.And the hour changes tonight, doesn't it?
I could never remember which way it went, the hour.And then I read this saying.Spring forward, fall back.Well, it's American, I suppose.But it's clever, isn't it?
Sort of sums up the human condition.Spring forward, fall back.I like that.So we're going to give it a try, aren't we?You with Chloe, me with Mark.
But just before you open that door, if it doesn't work... Don't look ahead of time, Maggie.
No, no, if it doesn't... Then we'll see.
Spring Forward, Fall Back was written by Guy Meredith.
Maggie was played by Samantha Spiro, Dennis by Neil Dudgeon, Ted by Stephen Moore, Mark by Andrew Harrison and Paul by Jonathan Forbes.The play was directed by Cherry Cookson.
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