Safety in the manor house
Today is day 13 in our second 30 day blog challange. Caron is posting this time around.
All settled in the coffee shop I
sipped my tea and started to write this blog. To my left sat two
lovely ladies each nursing coffees and reminiscing. Ideas weren’t
coming to me as quickly as I had hoped so I stopped to listen to Annie
and her friend Sophia retell stories of adventures they had lived years
ago.
It seems a dance tutor
had cancelled right before the start of a performing arts, six month
school in Stanton By Dale, England. Annie, living in Canada at the
time, was available to step in at the last moment. A threat had been
posted at all the major airports and she would be flying into Heathrow
(one of the target airports). She wasn’t the least bit alarmed seeing
fully armed personnel sitting on the plane and more armed soldiers,
rifles at their sides guarding Heathrow when they landed. Fortunately
for her, the threat did not materialize and she was safe.
Upon
arrival, the large Manor House would be her home for the next six
months while students from around the world would go through the
disciplines of mime, choral, piano lessons, drama anddance culminating
in a tour around England with performances in many venues.
Annie
immedialey fell in love with England and the students. Her first
venture out to the post office was a garage converted into a candy store
where she could buy stamps and mail letters. E-mails had not yet
arrived on the scene (nor had computers for that matter). While
purchasing some stamps she was greeted with “Ah you must be the dance
tutor” and was pleasantly surprised realizing word had circulated around
this quaint town that someone new had arrived.
During
Easter Break, another staff member and Annie had chosen to remain in
the Manor House while students went home for the two week break.
These
two ladies soon realized that their front kitchen window faced the
street and since their bedrooms were on the second and third floor, if
someone broke open the window in the night they would not hear the
burglar. The town was perfectly safe of course, but they needed more
assurance. They devised a plan to prop large cookie sheets against the
window and hang frying pans from the top of the window so if someone did
come through the window in the night, they would be heard.
Every morning when the ladies
went down for breakfast they would laugh as they looked at the booby
trap assembled. Their sleeps were peaceful and the barricades came down
before the students returned from holidays. We never did tell them we
were afraid of a break in.
Just
as I was getting so involved in their story telling, Sophia quickly
looked at her watch and realized she had to go and get her granddaughter
from school. I was loathe for them to separate because I wanted to
hear about more of Annie’s adventures. Hoping if I go back tomorrow,
I’ll hear part 2.
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Caron is one of the blooms of Two Blooms Design Studio Est. 2002. She is the dreamer, production manager and the social media wannabe. Caron is married to the word adventure and she will never stop dreaming.
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