1、Trespassby Julian Barnes November 24, 2003 When he and Cath broke up, he thought about joining the Ramblers, but it seemed too obviously sad a thing to do. He could imagine the conversation:“Hi, Geoff. Sorry to hear about you and Cath. Howre you doing?”“Oh, fine, thanks. Ive joined the Ramblers.”“Go
2、od move.”He could see the rest of it, too: getting the magazine, studying the open-to-all invitation“meet 10:30, Saturday 12th, in car park immed. SE of Methodist Chapel”then cleaning his boots the night before, cutting an extra sandwich just in case, maybe taking an extra tangerine as well, and tur
3、ning up at the car park with (despite all his warnings to himself) a hopeful heart. A hopeful heart waiting to be bruised. And so it would be a case of getting through the walk, saying cheery farewells, and then home to eat the leftover sandwich and tangerine for his supper. Now, that would be sad.O
4、f course, he carried on walking. Most weekends, in most weathers, hed be out with his boots and pack, his water bottle and his map. Nor was he going to keep away from the walks hed done with Cath. They werent “their” walks, after all; and, if they were, wouldnt he be reclaiming them by doing them by
5、 himself? She didnt own the circuit from Calver: along the Derwent, through Froggatt Woods to Grindleford, perhaps a diversion to the Grouse Inn for lunch, then past the Bronze Age stone circle, lost in summer months amid the bracken, to the grand surprise of Curbar Edge, and home again. She didnt o
6、wn that; nobody did.Afterward, he made a note in his walking log: “2hrs 45mns.” With Cath, it used to take 3hrs 30mns, and an extra 30mns if they went to the Grouse for a sandwich. That was one of the things about being single: you saved time. You walked quicker, you got home and drank a beer quicke
7、r, you ate your supper quicker. And then the sex you had with yourself, that was quicker, too. You gained all this extra time, Geoff thoughtextra time in which to be lonely. Stop that, he told himself. You arent allowed to be a sad person; youre only allowed to be sad.“I thought we were going to get
8、 married.”“Thats why we arent,” Cath had replied.“I dont understand.”“No, you dont.”“Will you please explain?”“No.”“Why not?”“Because thats the whole point. If you cant see, if I have to explain, thats why were not getting married.”“Youre not being logical.”“Im also not getting married.”Forget it, f
9、orget it, its gone. On the one hand, she liked having you make the decisions; on the other, she found you controlling. On the one hand, she liked living with you; on the other, she didnt want to go on living with you. On the one hand, she knew youd be a good father; on the other, she didnt want to h
10、ave your children. Logic, right? Forget it.“Hello.” He surprised himself. He didnt say hello to women he didnt know in the lunch queue at the Copper Kettle. He only said hello to women he didnt know on walking paths, where you got a nod or a smile or a raised trekking pole in reply. Butactually, he
11、did know her.“Youre from the bank.”“Right.”“Lynn.”“Very good.”A small moment of genius, remembering her plastic nametag through the bulletproof glass. And she was having the vegetarian lasagna as well. There was only one free table. And it was just sort of easy. He knew that she worked in the bank;
12、she knew that he taught at the school. Shed moved to the town a couple of months previously and, no, she hadnt been up to the Tor yet. Would she be O.K. in trainers?The next Saturday, she wore jeans and a sweater; she seemed half amused, half alarmed as he got his boots and pack out of the car and p
13、ulled on his scarlet mesh-lined Gore-Tex jacket.“Youll need water.”“Will I?”“Unless you dont mind sharing.”She nodded; they set off. As they climbed out of the town, the view broadened to include both her bank and his school. He let her set the pace. She walked easily. He wanted to ask how old she w
14、as, whether she went to the gym. He wanted to tell her that she looked taller now than when she was sitting behind the glass. Instead, he pointed out the ruins of an old slateworks and the rare breed of sheepJacob, were they?that Henderson had started farming for people down south who wanted lamb th
15、at didnt taste like lamb, and were happy to pay for it.Halfway up, it began to drizzle, and he grew anxious about her trainers on the wet shale near the top. He stopped, unzipped his pack, and gave her a spare waterproof. She took it as if it were quite normal that hed brought it. He liked that. She
16、 didnt ask whose it was, whod left it behind.He passed her the water bottle; she drank and wiped the rim.“What else have you got in there?”“Sandwiches, tangerines. Unless you want to turn back.”“As long as you havent got a pair of those awful plastic trousers.”“No.”He did, of course. And not just hi
17、s own but a pair of Caths that hed brought for her. Something in him, something bold and timid at the same time, wanted to say, “Actually, Im wearing North Cape CoolMax boxers with the single-button fly.”After theyd started sleeping together, he took her to the Great Outdoors.They got her bootsa pai
18、r of Brasher Supalitesand he thought, as she stood up in them, walked tentatively up and down, then did a little tap dance, how incredibly sexy small female feet looked in walking boots. They got her three pairs of ergonomic trekking socks designed to absorb pressure peaks, and her eyes widened at t
19、he idea of socks having a left and a right like shoes. Three pairs of inner socks, too. They got her a daypack, or a daysack, as the hunky assistant preferred to call it, by which point Geoff felt the fellow was beginning to get out of line. Hed shown Lynn how to position the hip belt, tighten the s
20、houlder straps, and adjust the top tensioners; now he was patting the pack as if he were patting Lynn at the same time.“And a water bottle,” Geoff said firmly, to cut all that off.They got her a waterproof jacket in dark green, which set off the flame of her hair; then he waited and let Hunk suggest
21、 waterproof trousers and get laughed at in reply. At the cash desk, he handed over his credit card.“No, you cant.”“Id like to. Id really like to.”“But why?”“Id like to. Must be your birthday soon. Well, sometime in the next twelve months. Got to be.”“Thank you,” Lynn said, but he could tell she was
22、a bit edgy about it. “Will you wrap them up again for my birthday?”“Ill do more than that. Ill clean your Brashers specially. Oh, yes,” he said to the cashier. “And wed better have some polish. Classic Brown, please.”Before they went walking next, he dubbined her boots to make the leather supple and
23、 strengthen the waterproofing. As he slipped his hand inside the fresh-smelling Brashers, he noted again, as he had in the shop, that she took half a size smaller than Cath. Half a size? It felt like a full size to him.They did Hathersage and Padley Chapel; Calke Abbey and Staunton Harold; Dove Dale
24、, as it narrows and deepens to Milldale; Lathkill Dale from Alport to Ricklow Quarry; Cromford Canal and the High Peak Trail. They climbed out of Hope to Lose Hill, then along what he promised her was the most scenic ridge walk in the entire Peak District until they came to Mam Tor, where the paragl
25、iders gathered: huge men who sweated up the hill with vast packs on their backs, then spread out their canopies like laundry on the grassy slope and waited for the updraft to lift them off their feet and into the sky.“Isnt that thrilling,” she said. “Wouldnt you like to do that?”Geoff thought of men
26、 in hospital wards with broken backs, of paraplegics and quadriplegics. He thought of mid-air collisions with light aircraft. He thought of not being able to control the wind and getting carried higher and higher into the clouds, of coming down in unknown landscape, of getting lost and scared and pe
27、eing yourself. Of not having your boots on a path and a map in your hand.“Sort of,” he replied.For him, freedom lay on the ground. He told her about the trespass on Kinder Scout in the nineteen-thirties: how walkers and hikers had come out from Manchester in their hundreds to the Duke of Devonshires
28、 grouse moors to protest against lack of access to the countryside; how it had been a peaceful day, except when a drunken gamekeeper shot himself with his own gun; how the trespass had led to the creation of National Parks and registered rights of way; and how the man whod led it had died recently b
29、ut there were still a few survivors, one of them a hundred and three, living in a Methodist old peoples home not far away. Geoff thought that his story soared better than any bloody paraglider.“They just went trampling across his land like that?”“Not trampling. Tramping, perhaps.” Geoff was pleased
30、with this emendation.“But it was his land?”“Technically, yes. Historically, perhaps not.”“Are you a socialist?”“Im in favor of the right to roam,” he said cautiously. He didnt want to put a foot wrong now.“Its all right. I wouldnt mind. Either way.”“What are you?”“I dont vote.”Emboldened, he said, “
31、Im Labour.”“I thought you would be.”In his walking log, he noted the routes they took, the date, the weather, the duration, ending with an “L” in red, for Lynn. As opposed to a blue “C,” for Cath. The times were about the same, regardless of the initial.Should he get her a trekking pole? He didnt wa
32、nt to push itshed refused all offers of a walking hat, despite having the pros and cons explained to her. Not that there were any cons. Still, better a bare head than a baseball cap. He really couldnt take a walker in a baseball cap seriously, male or female.He could get her a compass. Except he alr
33、eady had one himself, and rarely consulted it. If ever he broke his ankle, and had to tell her through the pain to set off across the moor using that tumbledown sheepfold as a reference point and to keep heading NNEshowing her how to turn the instrument and set a coursethen she could borrow his for
34、the purpose. One compass between twothat was right, somehow. Symbolic, you could say.They did the Kinder Downfall circuit: Bowden Bridge car park, the reservoir, pick up the Pennine Way to the Downfall, fork right at Red Brook and down past Tunstead House and the Kinderstones. He told her about the
35、average rainfall, and how, when it froze, the Downfall turned into a cascade of icicles. A sight for the winter walker.She didnt answer. Well, anyway, theyd have to get her a fleece if they were going up two thousand feet in winter. He still had the issue of Country Walking with the fleece test in i
36、t.In the car park he looked at his watch.“Are we late for something?”“No, just checking. Four and a quarter.”“Is that good or bad?”“Its good because Im with you.”It was also good because four and a quarter was what it used to take him and Cath, and, say what you will, Cath was one pretty fit walker.
37、Lynn lit a Silk Cut, as she did at the end of every walk. She didnt smoke much, and he didnt really mind, even if he thought it was a stupid habit. Just when shed done her cardiovascular system a power of good . . . Still, he knew from being a teacher that there were times when you had to confront a
38、nd times when you took a less direct route.“We could go up again after Christmas. In the New Year.” Yes, he could get her the fleece as a present.She looked at him and took a deep puff on her cigarette.“If the weather gets cold enough, that is. For the icicles.”“Geoff,” she said. “Youre on my space.
39、”“I just”“Youre on my space.”“Yes, Miss Duke of Devonshire.”But she didnt think that was funny, and they drove home mainly in silence. Well, perhaps hed walked her too hard. It was a bit of a stiff pull, a thousand feet or more.Hed put the pizzas in the oven, laid the table, and was just pulling the
40、 tab on his first beer when she said, “Look, its June. We met inFebruary?”“Jan. 29.” He corrected automatically, as he did when a pupil guessed 1079 for the Battle of Hastings.“January the twenty-ninth,” she repeated. “Look, I dont think I can do Christmas.”“Of course. Youve got family.”“No, I dont
41、mean my family. I mean, I cant do Christmas.”Ah, that familiar feeling again: one minute you were steaming along a track, the weight on your shoulders barely noticeable, and then suddenly you were in a pathless scrubland with no waymarks, the mist descending and the ground boggy beneath your feet.Wh
42、en she didnt go on, he tried to help. “Dont much like Christmas myself. All that eating and drinking.”“Who knows where Ill be at Christmas?”“You mean, the bank might transfer you?” He hadnt thought of that.“Geoff, listen. We met in January, as you pointed out. Things are . . . fine. Im having a nice
43、 time, a nice enough time. . . .”“Gotcha. Right.” It was that stuff again, that stuff he didnt seem to be getting any better at. “No, course not. Didnt mean . . . Anyway, Ill turn the oven up. Crispy base.” He took a swig of his beer.“Its just”“Dont say it. I know. I get you.” He was going to add “M
44、iss Duke of Devonshire” again, but he didnt, and later, thinking it over, he guessed that it wouldnt have helped.In September, he persuaded her to take a day off so that they could do the circuit from Calver. It was best to avoid the weekend, when every hiker and rock climber would be crawling over
45、Curbar Edge.They parked in the cul-de-sac next to the Bridge Inn, and set off, passing Calver Mill on the other side of the Derwent.“Richard Arkwright is supposed to have built that,” he said. “1785, I think.”“Its not a mill anymore.”“No, well, as you see. Offices. Maybe residential. Or a bit of bot
46、h.”They followed the river, past the thrashing weir, through Froggatt and then Froggatt Woods to Grindleford. As they came out of the woods, the autumn sun, though weak, made him glad of his hat. Lynn still refused to buy one, and he supposed he wouldnt mention it again until the spring. Shed taken
47、a tan during the summer months, and her freckles showed more than when hed first met her.There was a sharp climb out of Grindleford, which she took without a murmur; then he led the way across a field to the Grouse Inn. They sat at the bar for a sandwich. Afterward, the barman asked, “Coffee?” She s
48、aid yes and he said no. He didnt believe in coffee on a walk. It was a stimulant, and the whole theory was that the walk should be stimulating enough without any assistance. Alcohol: stupid. Hed even come across hikers smoking joints.He told her some of this, which may have been a mistake, because s
49、he said, “Im only having a coffee, right?”and then lit up a Silk Cut. Not waiting till the end of the walk. She looked at him.“Yes?”“I didnt say anything.”“You dont need to.”Geoff sighed. “I forgot to point out the signpost as we got to Grindleford. Its antique. Nearly a hundred years old. Not many left in the Peak District.”She blew smoke at him, rather deliberately, it seemed.“And, all right, I also read somewhere that low-tar cigarettes are, in fact, just as bad for you, bec
