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#1: Morvoren makes a splash at the C S (formerly Surfer!) Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 1:03 pm

Right, new(ish) board, new story!

For those of you that stuck with Dancer, I am trying to make this story very different - not nearly so much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth! Rolling Eyes

But I hope you all enjoy it anyway!

It is set parallel to Carola (it replaces that one, really) but doesn't fit into the CS series as such, as I've invented a new place for it (which will all be explained in tomorrow's post!)

PLEASE point out any inconsistencies (especially to do with characters, staff etc) your feedback is valued as always!

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“With all of this happening before the term has even started, it’s a wonder my hair isn’t as white as yours, Nell!” Thus spake Hilda Annersley, Headmistress of the Chalet School, at the start of the Summer term. Nell Wilson, whom the girls affectionately addressed as ‘Bill’ – though never to her face! – raised her eyebrows as she returned her friend’s comment with ‘a look’.

“All in good time, my dear,” she retorted, refusing to rise to the bait. Hilda laughed.

“You know I’m joking. Come and sit down and have a coffee with me. We’ve both worked really hard and deserve a rest.” Hilda set the example by rising from her knees from the floor, dusting herself off, and feeling a flask that was balanced precariously on a wobbly table. “It’s still warm – ish,” she added laughing.

With a grunt, Nell also rose, and lowered herself into a chair with more energy than grace. “Ouf! I ache!” she exclaimed as she reached out eagerly for Hilda’s proffered mug. There was a brief silence as the two women sipped their lukewarm coffee and then simultaneously made faces at each other.

“Ugh! Remember the coffee that Karen would serve?” sighed Nell, reminiscing on their Tirol days.

“Oh, do I! And the luscious concoctions of cream, honey and nuts!”

“Well, we may complain about Cornish coffee, but as far as cakes and pastries go – it’s safe on that score!” Hilda nodded agreement to this and the two women drained their insipid drink, and then surveyed the efforts of their labours spread out on the floor before them. Nell continued to speak: “I still don’t know why we couldn’t leave this to the girls when they arrive! It has taken the two of us two hours; it would take a class of them twenty minutes!”

“But time is of the essence, my dear,” responded Hilda. “We’re already quite late in the season. It’s a blessing Easter was early this year, or I fear we’d have lost the lot.” She eyed the several hundred pieces of potato that covered the dirty floor dispassionately. The two staff had spent a couple of back breaking hours dividing the seed potatoes and spreading them out on the floor ready for chitting. “Besides,” she continued with an unladylike grin, “the girls will have enough to do in the garden this year – and with this lot in about six weeks’ time!”

Nell returned her smile, and then shivered suddenly. “Brr! I’m cold!” she said. “How about we shut the door on this lot and go into the drawing room. We could build up the fire,” she suggested.

“Oh very well! I’m cold, too. We’re about finished here anyway.” She picked up the flask and led the way from the outhouse style room in which they had been working. Closing the ill-fitting door best she could, she hurried through the outdoor passage way and then into the big house nearby.

It was the work of just a few minutes to get a small fire burning in the grate, and within another ten minutes it was burning away merrily. Hilda and Nell pulled their chairs up as close as they dared.

“We may have been in the Tirol all those years, but I never felt this cold!” exclaimed Hilda. Nell looked at her sharply; Hilda had been in a serious road accident just the previous year and had taken some time to recover her strength. The strain and worry of the last six weeks had taken its toll, and Nell was concerned for her wellbeing. Nell herself had not been as badly injured and was back to her old self.

“It’s the damp,” she suggested. “And this old house hasn’t been lived in for such a time. Once the girls are all here and the generator is going, we’ll be cosy enough. What time is the repair man coming tomorrow?”

“Well, obviously it depends on the tides and weather. But the plan is that he arrives around midmorning. I’m going back over to the mainland in the boat with him, to buy some more supplies in Looe. I’ll stop the night with Joey, and then take the train on to Liskeard where I shall meet the girls on Friday morning. Then we should all be arriving here on Friday afternoon. You’ll be all right on your own?”

Nell laughed and tossed her head in a girlish way. “Of course! Anyway, I shan’t be on my own, not really. The kitchen staff arrive tomorrow afternoon, and Dot and Jean have been here as long as we have.” She was referring to the members of staff they had employed to help them set up the school in its new, temporary, location. “And Matron will be arriving Friday morning, so I will have company enough!”

“Well, shall we make a start on these lists? No use groaning, my dear! You got your way with the fire, now we must set to!” The two heads, one white and curly, the other straight haired with smooth brown locks, bent together over the lists and a companionable silence fell.

Last edited by Lisa on Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:19 am; edited 1 time in total

#2: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 1:08 pm

sorry double postings

Last edited by Lisa_T on Wed Jan 28, 2004 1:11 pm; edited 1 time in total

#3: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 1:09 pm

*g* This looks great! I have to say, I always thought Hilda could be uncharacteristically tactless when referring to white hair in front of Nell! Laughing

Although it's also true she only seems to do it in the war years and immediately after. Maybe her hair was more white than brown by the end of the series but EBD never let on...

More please Lisa, and don't drag your feet over it either!

#4: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 1:15 pm

Looking good Lisa - dying to know why they've moved to Cornwall!

BTW If it's during the war would they have been allowed near the beach?

#5: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 2:44 pm

I like the look of this Lisa, I don't mind all the misry and gnashing of teeth but it's nice to read a story without them too.
Looking forward to tomorrows posting.

#6: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 5:48 pm

Good start, looking forward to some explanations tomorrow.

#7: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 6:30 pm

Very promising start.

*looking forward to reading more tomorrow!

#8: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 6:31 pm

Aww. Do we really need to wait that long?

I'm going home. I'm cold (see how I suffer for free internet *sigh* Laughing

) and I want to do some writing on my own account. Be back later!

#9: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 6:33 pm

A new story, hooray!

Sounds intriguing.

#10: Author: Chloë, Location: London/Southampton: when away from home planet!

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 7:30 pm

Lisa this looks very promising more soon please!

#11: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 9:44 pm

Yay!! New drabble!! More please Lisa!!!!

#12: Author: Lulie, Location: Middlesbrough

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 9:48 pm

Yay! More please Very Happy

*tries to imagine Miss Annersley in a wet suit*

*fails utterly*

#13: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 11:20 pm

Wetsuit? Aren't you getting your drabbles mixed up, Lulie? I know this one is entitled 'A Surfer at the CS' but I bet that Lesley will put Hilda into a wetsuit before Lisa does! Laughing

#14: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 12:17 am

Had Lesley not already done that?

Oh no, that was Bill losing her bikini top whilst surfing, wasn't it? Laughing

#15: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 9:31 am

Great start Lisa. I hope that all will be revealed soon.

#16: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:13 am

I need some advice! Firstly, I want to change the title of the story - does anyone know if I can do this?
Secondly, who else would have been in Len & Con's form? (2nd form)

I am writing some more for later, but have lent out all my books before and after Carola, and can't find the ones I want on the transcripts site, so I'm getting stuck with names etc!

By the way, I am taking some huge liberties with this, especially regarding when and where it's set, if anything doesn't fit, I'm making it up! Laughing

(Writer's licence!) (eg Lesley - the beach bit!)

#17: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:16 am

Try changing the title by amending your first post. That might work. sorry I can't be more help.

#18: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:27 am

Lisa, I like the name Morvoren, where does it come from?

#19: Author: Abi, Location: Alton, Hants

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:31 am

And how is it pronounced? *cautious as always*

#20: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:33 am

Thanks Jennie, that worked! That's great! Heart

I have chosen the name Morvoren with great care. It's Cornish - there will be an explanation soon about it! Wink

Abi - I don't know how it's pronounced, although I've assumed it's quite phonetic ( a bit like Maureen). I have a friend called Mauv, so she'll probably be called that for short!

#21: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 1:07 pm

It was very early on Friday morning, and the sun was still new in the sky but the train station was uncharacteristically busy. Three of the carriages leaving Paddington had been designated for the use of the Chalet School and there were swarms of girls milling about, all clad in the smart brown and cream uniform, accented by flame: on the ties, embroidered on the pockets and around the hat band. But there was an orderly atmosphere, for the girls had been well drilled in matters of etiquette and discipline. Two sophisticated young women were in charge of the groups, and were busily collating tickets and names.

“Well, I know all about it,” proclaimed a clear voice in bell-like tones. “I’ve been corresponding with Auntie Joey and she has kept me well-informed.” A group of girls were clustered around the speaker and behaved in a way that showed they clearly regarded her as a leader.

“Well, are you going to tell us or not?” demanded a character named Vi Lucy of her companion. The latter tossed her long straight hair and glanced around the group.

“Well, I might,” she began, and then relented at the groans that came from the others. At this point, one of the Mistresses approached them, efficiently folding up lists with one hand whilst indicating the carriages with the other.

“Continue your conversation on the train,” she began with a laugh. “Or you’ll have to walk to Cornwall!” With a glance at the station clock, and some muttered exclamations, the girls reddened and hurried on to the train. Once they were settled, the leader of the group spoke up again.

“Now are you all listening?” she demanded. “Because I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Miss Slater, I don’t know if you know the whole story, so you may want to listen too!” Some of the girls were rendered breathless by this piece of audacity, and as Verity murmured to her neighbour: “No-one else would get away with it!” Miss Slater, though, knew her pupil and smiled.

“Thank you Mary-Lou. Please do enlighten us,” she said, with a touch of sarcasm, but nevertheless in a jovial manner.

Mary-Lou continued serenely. “Well, as you know, this was to be our third term on St Briavel’s, ‘cos of that ghastly business with the drains at Plas Howell. But there was a terrible fire the day after we all left for the holidays –“

“Yes, we know that!” an older girl interrupted impatiently, “get on with the real news!”

Mary-Lou regarded her with an inscrutable expression. “Patience is a virtue, Clem,” she said primly, before continuing. “Of course, the fire was a real blow for the school, but at least no one was hurt. We’re going to be smaller than ever this term though,” she paused and sighed here rather dramatically, ”as repairs are made to St Briavel’s. Some people aren’t coming back for this term.”

“Like who?” demanded a big girl through a mouthful of cake, who was rather lazy looking.

“Manners, Gillian,” reproved Miss Slater. “And I would suggest you wait until we at least leave London.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” said Gillian complacently, munching another piece.

“Well, it would be manners to wait and see who hasn’t and then offer to share,” said the mistress. Gillian reddened and choked down the remainder of her mouthful whilst rewrapping the cake. She was grateful when Mary-Lou resumed her tale.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter who isn’t returning,” she said breezily, not wishing to admit that she was not too sure herself. “As long as it isn’t any of our gang – and it isn’t,” she added confidently. “So, anyway, Bill – I mean Miss Wilson,” in some confusion as she caught Miss Slater’s eye, ”was on the lookout for a temporary location. What with it being the war and all, the Heads really wanted another small island, and their first choice was Caldey Island off the coast of Pembrokeshire, but it was unavailable, and then they heard that St George’s Island was.”

“But where is St George’s Island?” asked a girl in a silvery voice.

“Oh Verity-Anne,” said Mary-Lou disparagingly. “That’s where the school is!”

“But I thought we were staying on Looe Island?” ventured the deep voice of a tall girl whom the others addressed as ‘Tom’.

Mary-Lou raised her eyes heavenwards in a very patronising gesture. “You really are a group of ninnies!” she proclaimed “Honestly, anyone would think -“

“That’s enough Mary-Lou,” said Miss Slater in a soft voice. “Looe Island’s real name is St George’s Island, but it tends to be known by its common name of Looe Island.” Mary-Lou, the wind taken out of her sails for once, sat quietly, and when the next question was asked, she left it to the Mistress to answer.

“Well, Annis, we do have to depend on the tides. We have to take a boat from Looe harbour, and it takes about twenty five minutes to cross to the tiny shingle beach on our island. But as for what it looks like, I’m as much in the dark as you are! We’ll all discover it together.”

After this the conversation moved on to holidays and news from home, before subsiding as the girls read, slept or watched the changing landscape out of the window. At long last they pulled into Liskeard station, and were greeted by the welcome sight of Miss Annersley waving at them from the platform. The girls thronged around her, enquiring solicitously after her health, for she was much-loved and the school had had a shock when she had suffered the accident along with other favourite members of staff.

“I’m really feeling very much like my old self, girls,” she reassured them in her beautiful melodious voice, laughing. “Now, aren’t any of you hungry? There is an excellent café here which I have reserved for our exclusive use. We have half an hour before the train to Looe, so I would suggest you tuck in!” The girls had a real appetite and did not need anymore encouragement. As one, they sped into the café and took their seats. After a quick grace said by Miss Annersley they fell on the hot vegetable pasties with relish.

“Oh, I love Cornish pasties,” announced Mary-Lou, much recovered from her earlier squashing.

“Must be your name, Trelawney,” mused Vi. “That’s Cornish, isn’t it?” But Mary-Lou’s answer was not heard, as with an exclamation, Miss Annersley glanced at her watch and then leapt up.

“Quickly girls,” she cried. “We have just a few minutes!” There was a scramble, but the school boarded the train to Looe just in time and settled back in their seats to look out of the window in delight.

#22: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 1:26 pm

I see Mary Lou is still as opinionated as ever Laughing

. Lovely, Lisa. We went over there a couple of years ago in a little boat from Looe. Lot's of scope for adventure on the island!

#23: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 2:50 pm

Thanks Lisa, enjoyed seeing Mary Lou 'squashed' for once.

#24: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 3:01 pm

*wincing* OOAOML is just so bumptious sometimes isn't she? If I'd been Pam Slater, I'd have given her a considerably heftier squashing than that! I think it'd take a steam roller to really squash Mary-Lou!

#25: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 4:30 pm

Lisa, this is great!! Glad OOAOML got a good squashing!!!!

#26: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 4:39 pm

Wonderful put-down for OOAO from Miss Slater. That woman has the right stuff in her.

.........feeling Twisted Evil

#27: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 5:46 pm

Oh, goody, another new drabble! And this is a wonderful change! I can't wait to see where it goes!

#28: Author: Chloë, Location: London/Southampton: when away from home planet!

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 5:53 pm

Any chance of some more Lisa?

#29: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 6:14 pm

*agrees with Chloe that more would be very much appreciated*

#30: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 7:27 pm

Glad you like it so far!

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“How long will it take us to reach Looe, Miss Annersley?” asked Miss Slater on behalf of the girls.

“Not long at all,” the Head replied. “Just another half an hour. Girls! This is a beautiful quaint line we’re on, following the old canal.” There was an immediate flurry of questions and so she proceeded to give them a highly interesting commentary on the history of the canal.

“It was first proposed in 1777!” she said, to the girls’ surprise, “but not built and opened until 1827, and even then it took another three years until all the work was completed. If you look carefully, you can see some of the remainders of the twenty four locks along the route.” The girls peered eagerly out of the windows at once, and Miss Annersley laughed.

“But the canal’s quite short, isn’t it?” protested Annis. “Twenty four locks seems an awful lot!”

“Yes, Annis,” replied the teacher, pleased at the interest the girls were displaying. “It’s only a six mile stretch, but the incline, particularly down into Looe, is steep.”

“Was it built for the Copper Mine trade that was founded on Caradon Hill?” asked Tom, who knew something of the area.

“Well, strangely enough, no! The copper seam had not been discovered, and the canal was initially designed for ease of transporting agricultural goods.”

“And I suppose that enabled more of the land to be accessed and developed,” contributed Mary-Lou wisely.

“Quite right,” acknowledged Miss Annersley. “The canal was at its peak in the 1860s with the traffic from the copper mine, but by 1882 the mine at South Caradon was closed, and in less than twenty years, the transformation to railway line was complete. Quiet, now girls! We’re just approaching Sandplace, and in a moment you’ll have your first view of Looe spread out before you!”

The girls lapsed into silence apart from exclamations of delight as the train rumbled across a marshy plain, and then rounded a bend. Either side was a wooded vale, and wild birds called to each other across the plain, seeming to ignore the train as it passed through.

“Oh!” exclaimed Clem, “we’re on water! How does the train go?”
Miss Annersley broke into a peal of laughter. “Oh, you funny child!” she chuckled. “The train tracks are raised up, but this is a tidal creek, so the water comes in either side of us. Now, look!”

The girls looked, as they rounded the bend and saw the lovely little town of Looe spread out before them. “Looe is really two towns,” explained Miss Annersley softly. East Looe spread out to the left of them was certainly the main hub of business with a thriving fishing port and several shops. Directly ahead of them was a bridge that spanned the tidal river and linked East Looe with its neighbour West Looe which was altogether quieter and smaller. The effect of seeing this lively little town nestled in the wooded vale was enchanting, and Mary-Lou was heard to exclaim that perhaps the fire at St Briavel’s was for the best after all, if it meant they could live in such a topping place!

The girls clambered off the train, and stood around taking great gulps of sea air. They could see the harbour with its many boats bobbing about on the water, but although more than one strained their eyes, they could not spot an island. Observing their disappointed faces, Miss Slater laughed.

“Try looking behind you!” she advised, and the girls swung round to behold not an island, but a tall attractive woman, with dark hair pinned up, standing with her hands on her hips and regarding them quizzically. With her were two girls of school age, one with auburn hair, and one blonde.

“Charming!” she said in a deep musical voice. “I come to meet you especially, and you don’t even notice me!”

Shrieks of “Auntie Joey!” and “Mrs Maynard!” greeted this statement, and Joey stepped back with her hands raised as if to fend off the excited pupils.

“But what are you doing here?” demanded Polly, who had been rather quiet so far.

“I couldn’t bear to be so distant from everyone, and I didn’t want my girls to be too far away,” she added, referring to two of her triplet daughters. There was an undercurrent of sadness in her voice for her third triplet was presently in Canada with Madge Russell, and Joey missed both her daughter and sister badly. “So,” she continued in a lighter tone, “I’ve taken a holiday cottage in Hannafore until the Summer!”

“But where is Hannafore?” asked Verity quietly. “I would have thought you’d stay in Looe.”

“Well, it is Looe really,” Joey informed her. “Look to the right. You see that road which stretches around the harbour in West Looe? Well, follow that and you come to Hannafore. It has a topping view of the island!” she added wickedly with a glance at Miss Annersley to see of she would rise to the bait. She did instantly.

“Your language!” she groaned. “I would thank you not to be a bad influence on the girls, Joey!”

Joey just laughed. “I’ll lead the way to the harbour,” she declared. “The tide is on the turn now, so you don’t have any tine to lose. Croc, girls!” The girls fell into line instantly and embarked on the short walk to the harbour. They looked around them with curiosity as they marched. Elderly fisherman with some boy assistants were standing around, mending nets, washing and gutting fish or just sitting on barrels and smoking a pipe. More than one of the girls wrinkled up her nose at the smell of the fish, but all were too polite to comment. The view out of the harbour was curtailed by the cliff over at West Looe, but to their left they could see a sandy beach with a backdrop of rugged cliffs. There was still no island!

The procession caused much interest as they strode through the narrow streets and the girls were uncomfortable by the many looks they received from curious townsfolk. Very soon they reached the harbour side where two large boats were moored. The captains came forward and helped the girls on, advising them to watch their footing, sit and stay seated! Joey was coming over to the island with them, to see her daughters established, but also to help out with one or two things.

Once they were settled, with one eye to the tide, the skipper of the first boat called something unintelligible to the second and then tossed the rope on board in a neat coil and started the chugging engine.

“What on earth did he say?” asked Lalla of her sister, Polly, who shook her head in confusion.

“It’s Cornish!” commented Len. “Doesn’t it sound gorgeous!”

“Hold on here,” broke in Jo with a warning note in her voice, “we are about to cross the bar – that’s where the river and sea currents meet and race across one another,” she explained. “It’s liable to be bumpy!”

The truth of her words were proven when the boat suddenly lurched up in the air, and then plummeted down, causing many of the girls to squeal involuntarily. Wildly exhilarated, they held on to the wooden bar around the boat with white knuckles as they rode up and down on the waves. Gillian began to look rather green, and closed her eyes.

“It’s all right, Gillian,” spoke Miss Annersley kindly. “It will be over in just a minute – there! We’re in calmer water already. And there – “ she spoke with a note of triumph in her voice, “is our new home!”

#31: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 7:37 pm

Lisa, this is a wonderful description! I feel like I was really there! And I can't wait to see what the new school's like.

Oh, and trust Jo to come along too...

#32: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 7:44 pm

Lol! When Mum first married, she couldn't understand his brother and sister-in-law, because of their accent. The last Cornish speaker before people started learning it again was in the 1700s, I think, so I'm assuming they weren't used to the accent, which would have been much stronger then! I only wish I had it!

*New car number plates arrived today with St Piran's flag on them!! Kernow bys vyken!*

#33: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 7:54 pm

So will Cornish be another language that will infiltrate the school?

#34: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 8:03 pm

KB, Cornish is closely allied to Welsh! The beginnings of word change as well as the endings, so I understand! I don't speak more than the odd phrase!

#35: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 8:06 pm

Ah, thank you, Pat. *displaying ignorance again*

#36: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 9:03 pm

Lisa this is really good - enjoying it immensely!

#37: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 10:34 pm

Mebyon Kernow, Pat! (Which I believe means brotherhood of Cornwall) That's the only Cornish I know! But I am very interested in Celtic languages & know a teeny bit of Welsh.

I do intend to incorporate as much Cornish heritage as possible, but as Babel Fish doesn't include Cornish I may not get very far with another language at the Chalet School!

I do hear my rellies' voices in my head though with their very strong accents and dialects, so I'll try to represent them when necessary!

#38: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 2:13 am

Lisa, this is great - though I would have felt like slugging OOAOML!

Trust Joey to move near the school!

#39: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 5:51 am

*begins the chant*

#40: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:02 am

Lisa, this is great, but I have to ask, have you sent Con off to Canada instead of Margot? Since Con has black hair and Margot is the blondish one?

#41: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:25 am

Mitten da, Lisa. May we have some more soon please! This is set on the opposite coast to where I grew up - Port Isaac. It's a much softer coast there, but still lovely.

#42: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 12:44 pm

Lisa, this is great, I'm really enjoying it.

Since you seem to know about it, and so does Pat, is Cornish any relation to the Anglo-Saxon group of languages? And if so, how?

#43: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 4:03 pm

Lisa this is really good, I've never been to Looe but I can just imagine that from your description, I'm quite relived that there won't be any Cornish language in this though.

#44: Author: Chloë, Location: London/Southampton: when away from home planet!

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 5:50 pm

Thank you Lisa Very Happy

#45: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 6:03 pm

Liiiiiiiiisssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Come and give us more. Thanks! ROFL

Sorry, I edited to make the post fit on the page.
Carolyn

#46: Author: Sarah_L, Location: Leeds

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 8:56 pm

Is it just me, or is everyone reading this now thinking of Cornish pasties and Cornish icecream?

#47: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 8:58 pm

Someone on another thread did say that every thread ends up on the subject of food. Laughing

#48: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 9:56 pm

No probs, Carolyn, I thought I'd fixedd it myself but evidently not! Laughing

#49: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 10:40 pm

Jennie wrote:

Lisa, this is great, I'm really enjoying it.

Since you seem to know about it, and so does Pat, is Cornish any relation to the Anglo-Saxon group of languages? And if so, how?

Jennie, it's Celtic!! Well before any of those foreign invaders reached these shores. Like Welsh - speakers of each can understand each other. Also similar to Breton.

#50: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 10:48 am

Thanks, Pat. No wonder I don't recognise any of it.

#51: Author: Janet, Location: Ferndown, Dorset

Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 4:28 pm

This is so atmospheric with all the Cornish descriptions - but I'm thinking of Daphne du Maurier rather than ice cream and pasties!!

You have a real gift for writing Lisa - I just read all of Dancer in one sitting it and loved it! Thank you!

Hope you post more of this one soon Very Happy

#52: Author: catherine, Location: York

Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 4:33 pm

More soon, please, Lisa!

#53: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 11:36 pm

What? No more story yet? Wink

#54: Author: Mandy, Location: Derry, N.Ireland

Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 11:58 pm

I've just found this Lisa, keep up the good work.

#55: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 1:52 am

Echoes the post above,

#56: Author: Abi, Location: Alton, Hants

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 2:09 pm

*adds yet another echo*

This is really good Lisa!

#57: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 5:28 pm

Sorry to keep you waiting! small sparkling purple leaf very obliging with a later part of the story (which is now written!) but I have found it difficult to write the intervening part!
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As the boats had crossed the bar, they swung out from the protection of the tall cliff that acted as a natural harbour and there, quite close, the big humped shape of Looe Island was revealed!

“It looks just like a whale!” Mary-Lou decreed, as they examined the dark trees that covered a good half of the back of the island.

“It’s so romantic,” said a voice in awe and Joey turned sharply to regard her daughter Con’s eyes glowing as she took in the appearance of the island. “There’ll be history and legends there – “

“Which you can study in your own time,” warned her mother, who knew her daughter’s flights of fancy well. Joey was proud that Con had inherited her own gift for writing, but the girl often became more a part of her make-believe world than the real one.

But more than one girl was enthralled by the island as it rose out of the mist. It was a very small island, to be sure, measuring only about a mile in circumference, but, as Polly offered shyly, that made it more like a real island somehow. “Because,” she had explained, “what would be the use of an island if you didn’t know you were on one?”

“Gosh! It’s beautiful!” breathed Gillian, her mind averted from her seasickness by the sight before her. “And look at the height of it!”

“It’s 150 feet above sea level, the top of that hill,” Joey informed her with a blissful disregard for good grammar. “And the whole island is only twenty two and a half hectares in area.” She stopped at a peal of laughter from Pam Slater. “Yes, Miss Slater?” enquired Joey, a touch frostily.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jo – but you sound like you’ve swallowed the guide book!” spluttered Miss Slater. Joey grinned at once and winked.

“Well, I did do some reading as research! Look, we’re nearly there!”

The girls looked as they rapidly approached a small shingle bay. The most part of the perimeter of the island was surrounded by rocks and cliffs, and this was really the only safe place to beach. The captain turned off the engine, and the second boat, being only some minutes behind, soon caught up and did the same. The two boats bobbed about on the water as the men prepared to offload their passengers and cases.

“Doesn’t the water look clear, here?” exclaimed Vi. “Just look at the fish!” It really was remarkably clear just there. The jagged rocks that served as sentries around the island, forbidding most to enter, also defended this small patch so that it was often calm, and only disturbed in the very roughest seas.

“I say! Are we going to have to wade ashore?” demanded Mary-Lou, whose sharp eyes had noticed that there was no smaller boat or dinghy attached to either boat, but they were still a good fifteen yards out. She was immediately answered by Miss Annersley’s hasty reassurance.

“Goodness me, no! Do you think I want to have to report to all your parents that you have all succumbed to colds already?! But watch, Mary-Lou, and you’ll soon see what happens.” She sat back with a smile on her composed features, confident at causing something of a sensation. Joey eyed her and shared in her anticipation.

Two men had appeared on the beach. They had run down from under the cover of the trees as the two large boats bearing the school’s pupils had drawn near, and they were now hauling at a long raft-type contraption. One of the men brought a rusty frame on wheels, and wedged it under the wooden boards. With a shout, the men heaved in unison, and then to the girls’ delight, the wooden platform began to move over the stones. It moved slowly and protestingly at first, as the shingle embedded the wheels, but then it freed itself and rumbled down to the sea edge. With a splash it entered the sea, and then within seconds there was a readymade platform, bridging boat to shore.

“How simply wizard!” cried a girl with long black plaits that were swinging wildly as she jumped up and down.

“Keep still!” ordered Miss Annersley. “Yes, it is an invention of genius, isn’t it? Now listen carefully to instructions.”

It only took ten minutes for all the girls to have stepped up out of the boat and made their way tentatively along the swaying platform, before standing proudly on the beach.

“And it’s our beach!” said Mary-Lou proudly, sizing up the area with a proprietary eye.

“Now, do you all have your hand luggage? Nobody with wet feet? Then in single file please, line up behind me. No straggling. March!” The girls marched and soon found themselves leaving the small beach and heading up a slope that skirted the North side of the island. The views were magnificent and stretched far up the coast towards Devon. The girls walked in near silence as they took in the sights around them. The path was getting steep and narrow and the croc of girls slowed as more than one stumbled over the unfamiliar uneven ground.

Vi looked around her. On her right was a tall hedge that obscured any further view of the island. Looking down away to her left, she watched the water creaming softly over the foot of the cliffs below. A shiny brown blob suddenly emerged from the water and then vanished again. Vi stopped dead, to a chorus of grunts from behind her as disgruntled girls fell over each other and stepped in the heels of the one in front.

“Did you see it? What is it?” she cried in great excitement. Joey was bringing up the rear and she called ahead to find out what the hold up was. Panting, she reached Vi and the crowd assembling around her. Taking in the situation at a glance, she grinned widely, and then raised her voice so that it carried.

“Young Vi here has just seen the first Looe Island seal!” she laughed, and Vi squealed in delight. “Oh, you’ll see plenty more,” she continued. “By the way, look behind you, the way we have just come. Do you all see that delightful little white cottage on the coast opposite.? Well, that’s MY place! You’ll all be invited over in due course. But come on, we’re left behind. Hurry up!”

#58: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 5:53 pm

Lovely, Lisa. But I'm soooooooooo tempted to say I'd would have loved to read a scene with them all splashing through the water, suitcases in tow, being led by Miss Annersley...oops. I think RCS is having a bad effect on me! Embarassed

Can you give us more? And isn't it maddening when the PB dpes that? That's my problem with the emerson drabble!

#59: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 6:11 pm

Plot bunnie or not, that was great.

#60: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 6:26 pm

Lisa_T wrote:

Hey! How come I'm getting the blame? Wink

Lisa this is wonderful - more please! (And yes it is annoying when the PB gives you the eandings and you have to work at the middle! Laughing

)

#61: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 11:56 pm

It's all very well for people who do have plot bunnies that can do endings!
But since this has only just started, so to speak, there should be lots of middle to enjoy, I hope.

#62: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 3:00 am

*chants at Lisa for more!*

#63: Author: Abi, Location: Alton, Hants

Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 11:35 am

*joins in the chant*

#64: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 12:52 pm

*Harmonises with Abi & Vikki*

*Deposits box of earplugs on thread for the unappreciative*

#65: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 4:48 pm

*refuses earplugs with a smirk and chants louder than anyone else*
Oh, sorry. Was that too loud? Laughing

No matter. LissssAAAAAAAAAAA!

#66: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 6:31 pm

Lisa, this is a wonderfully descriptive story! I can just feel their actions!

#67: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2004 1:10 am

How lovely on a wet February night to read of a warm sunny sea trip.

#68: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 11:38 pm

*hopes Lisa is okay!!!!*

#69: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 6:57 am

Maybe shes busy?

#70: Author: Abi, Location: Alton, Hants

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:05 am

Not another busy person? Laughing

#71: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:10 am

Perhaps there are things that she isn't telling us, such as more story.

#72: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 6:06 pm

*lol* Subtle as a brick, Jennie!

#73: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 8:05 pm

Abi wrote:

Not another busy person? Laughing

It's a CBB baby boom!!! Laughing

#74: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:03 pm

Vikki, I have been busy all evening, and I can assure you that it's not that kind of busy!!! There is absolutley no chance of that!
*Wishes the night sweats would go away!*

#75: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:07 pm

*huggles Pat and offers a mini fan!!*

#76: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 5:22 am

*sends over an ice pack*

#77: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 3:06 pm

They're the pits, aren't they? Hope you're feeling better soon.

#78: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 3:08 pm

It's totally crazy to lie awake in the middle of the night, with no heating on, and nothing over you, and feeling like mid summer!!!
Never mind, I grew into them, so I'll grow out of them!

#79: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 5:18 pm

Well, at least you get to loose one of the annoyances of femininity.......

......that has to be some compensation? Wink

#80: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 5:47 pm

Careful, Vikki. Some women are so unhappy at the loss of their femininity at menopause that they can get severly despressed.

#81: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:49 pm

OoopS!

Didn't mean to upset anyone! I just meant it in the context of no longer feeling crappy and grumpy and irritable every fourth week!!!

#82: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:52 pm

That's okay, I'm sure you didn't. I just thought I'd make that point before we all got carried away extolling the virtues of menopause.

#83: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:53 pm

Get upset? You jest!!! Get it over and done with more like!!

BTW, Mum still knows when she should be on, and she's 91!! She gets PMT still, though mildly!

#84: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:55 pm

Poor her and poor you, Pat!

#85: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 7:25 pm

*huggles Pat and her mum!!*

#86: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 8:58 pm

Well, my mother takes an almost malicious delight in reminding me that she no longer needs to bother- even though in her case menopause was prematurely induced by hysterectomy! She's only 46- was 45 at the time.

#87: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 9:18 pm

My mum had that at 37 Lisa!

#88: Author: Trish, Location: Australia

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 1:24 am

And I had that last year at the age of 31. Many friends and people at work have told me they are quite envious heh. I do NOT miss that "annoyance of femininity" at all!

I'll still go through menopause in the future though, as they left my ovaries so I wouldn't go through it now. This of course means I still get PMT.

Or I would if I'd ever had it!! Laughing

#89: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 5:42 am

Lucky you, Trish. Actually, I don't get PMT either, thankfully.

#90: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 2:56 pm

Would agree totally with Pat. And can someone tell me exactly what is wrong with sitting with a door or window open on a freezing February day?

Vikki - it's wonderful not having to worry about that 'aspect of femininity' if going away.

#91: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 3:03 pm

*waves a hand* Sitting at an open window as we speak - and I haven't even got hot flushes!

#92: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 5:10 pm

Luckily I've never had PMT, but it's really weird when you cna feel that the air is cold, but you aren't!

#93: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 5:18 pm

Still get PMT sometimes. I also used to get incredibly tired some months and I still get that now and again. Glad to get rid of it though,

#94: Author: Janet, Location: Ferndown, Dorset

Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 9:26 pm

Only one post in the last wek Lisa?

never mind though it was excellent - you take the CS and thrust into a completely new location but retain all the characters and essence of the school!

I'm hoping for more soon!

#95: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2004 6:22 am

Janet wrote:

I'm hoping for more soon!

So am I!

#96: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2004 2:49 pm

Well, I'm glad I didn't upset anyone!!!! Embarassed

#97: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2004 6:39 pm

Aw, Vikki! *huggles* of course you didn't!

#98: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 7:00 pm

*sobs and berates self* Crying or Very sad

Oh no! Now you're all going to be excited thinking I've posted more story (at last) and then you'll all be disappointed in me...

Sorry everyone. I sound like someone in a decline or something, but I have been very unwell for a long time, and it flared up again last week. I am making progress but it can be sporadic. Please pray that I'll be OK for the Gathering, hubby is threatening to put his foot down and not let me come unless I'm well enough! I'm sure I will be...

Anyway, whenever I've come on to the CBB I've wanted to post this, but didn't want you all to think there was more story so I kept putting it off and then .. and then ...

I am aiming to write a bit more over the next couple of days, but then I am on holiday for a few days (to Looe! All in the name of research, but hubby thinks it's a treat for his 30th birthday Twisted Evil

)

Thanks for your patience (and yibbling about PMT & the change - all very inspiring!)

Hopefully back later Embarassed

#99: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 7:02 pm

*sighs gloomily and trudges away again after giving Lisa a huge huggle*

#100: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 8:13 pm

*repeats KB's actions, including the gloomy departure*
*leaves a nice big box of choccies, baileys and flowers for Lisa*

#101: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 8:23 pm

Thanks guys *smiles shyly*

Well I have managed a little bit, but at least it gets me back into the swing of it! I'm nearly at the bit I have already written (so you will get more soon!) but not as someone said the end! I thinnk with Dancer I really knew where it was going and it was plot driven, whilst this is more an indulgence of my romanticised mind!

*has consumed Baileys from Lisa, so not so shy now!*

Anyway, hic, here is a little bit.

Have a choccie anyone?

***************

The girls hurried, but it was very trying to have to leave such exciting sights unexplored. Verity-Anne yelped as Mary-Lou grabbed her with a thrill.

“Look,” she gasped, pointing to a small white cottage that was set tantalisingly back behind some leafy plants. A small path of scattered shingle led round to the doorway, past a sign that read ‘Smuggler’s Cottage’. “Oh, do you think that there were smugglers on this island? There might be some historical evidence for them!”

“Save your breath!” panted Verity-Anne, speaking up uncharacteristically. It would appear that Mary-Lou heeded this advice, but she was in fact too puffed to respond, and another few minutes’ trudging brought the girls out into the open at the top of the island.

“Oh!” exclaimed many voices, as their owners beheld the stunning view before them. This place on the island really was the best viewpoint. Looking back over their shoulders to the left, the coastline of Hannafore and Looe jutted out into the horizon, whilst to the right a tiny intriguing island could be seen, linked precariously to the one they were on by a small bridge spanning the gap of churning waves.

Behind them, providing a solid rock of defence from any Southerly winds, and an indefinable feeling of comfort and security, rose an imposing stone building. It was in the doorway of this great house that Miss Annersley had headed and was laughing with a pretty young woman who had come to greet them.

With a loud inhalation of satisfaction, Joey greeted the newcomer with a carrying: “Rosalie!” and this dispelled the reverie many of the new girls had fallen into. With one accord, they turned their backs on the amazing view and dashed into the house that was to be their school for the next term.

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#102: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 8:24 pm

*rubs eyes*
*double checks*
Nup. No story. Uh, Lisa, you did mean more story, didn't you?

#103: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 8:25 pm

Oh, OK! Double posting! Thanks, especially when you're ill
*sends more choccie and baileys as the first lot had such a good effect*

#104: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 8:26 pm

Sorry about that, Lisa !!! Laughing

It was so long since I posted any story I had to go back and check where I'd got to! Now what are the chances of someone checking that fast?!

ETA Oh, now I'm really drunk & confused! When I posted this there was only one post from you Lisa, so what is the double posting you're referring to? (Bet while I'm writing this, you've posted again, and this will make even less sense!)

#105: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 8:32 pm

No i mean double posting as in we posted at the same time- cross posting might express it better!

#106: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 9:19 pm

Thank you Lisa!! Big huggles and hope you're feeling better soon !!!

#107: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 9:26 pm

Big huggles, Lisa and get well soon. It was kind of you to make the effort and we're looking forward to seeing more as soon as you are well. What a place for a school!

#108: Author: Mandy, Location: Derry, N.Ireland

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 10:15 pm

*sends a giant huggle to Lisa* Heart

Its especially deserved seeing as you are so ill and still manage to post.

#109: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 3:07 am

Thank you for more story Lisa. Hope you are feeling much better soon. Enjoy your holiday.

#110: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 4:46 pm

I am feeling better today, thanks everyone!
****************

The girls were effectively managed by the staff and in no time were standing in rows in a fairly large and airy room. A tall girl with her hair pinned up turned to her fellow and said in a regretful tone:

“But aren’t we small this year?”

It was true, that surveying the assembly in the hall there was but a third of the usual throng present. The objective onlooker may conclude that this was a new school just starting out, or one that was struggling. The Chalet School, of course, was neither of these. The misfortunes of the last few months had affected many, however, and the majority of parents and guardians had elected to keep their charges at home, as this was a short term. Indeed, the term had been due to commence three weeks’ previously, and staff of a lesser courage would probably have elected to close the school completely whilst repairs were being executed to the building on St Briavel’s. But not this staff. The number of pupils remaining though, gazed about them in satisfaction. They were standing bathed in the late afternoon sun that peeped through the high windows. The room smelled of floor polish and beeswax; there was also an ‘old’ smell that was not unpleasant but despite the thorough cleaning the room had apparently undergone, motes of dust swirled in the air, illuminated by the shafts of light.

The school fell to rapt attention as Miss Annersley and Miss Wilson walked briskly to the front of the room. They mounted a low dais, that had been hastily constructed for this purpose and regarded the neat ranks of girls. Miss Annersley’s heart swelled with pride as she noted how they organised themselves with very little bidding. She cleared her throat and her voice rang out, leading the girls in a short prayer of thanksgiving that both denominations could listen to. Prayers over, Miss Annersley looked at the girls and smiled.

“I know you are all eager to discover the place” she began, “and we have planned the first few days so that you will all be able to do so!” An immediate murmur of excitement rippled around the room but was quelled quickly as the girls waited to hear what was coming. “This evening we have unpacking and settling in to attend to as usual. The form lists will be read after this assembly and you will be given further instruction about sleeping arrangements, which will be different this year, due to the plan of the house. Tomorrow, in forms, you will be taken on a nature walk which will enable you to explore the island, as well as learn something of the ecology of this coastline. Sunday will be, as is our custom, a day of rest and prayer. Girls in VB and above will be permitted to take walks around the island in the afternoon; the rest of you are requested to keep to the garden and lawns.” She paused as this sank in and drew a deep breath, knowing that her next statement would make something of a sensation. “Girls, we are in a difficult time, both as a school and as a nation. Every one of us has a duty to perform, to the best of her ability. Due to the circumstances surrounding us this term, we have decided to change the curriculum for all but those girls who are taking examinations in July.“ She held her hand up for silence as an excited noise arose. “So, we propose to deliver a specialised curriculum that takes advantage of the situation in which we find ourselves. In addition to our usual core of Maths, English and Languages, we will concentrate particularly on gardening, domestic sciences, geography, local history and marine biology.” At this last a chorus of enquiries was poured forth and Miss Annersley laughed and addressed Nell. “Would you like to explain, Miss Wilson?” she asked. Her friend at once acquiesced.

“I’m sure that many of you understand the word ‘marine’ to pertain to the sea,” she said, “and as we are placed in an ideal situation to study it this term, we will be following a programme that enables us to study the plant, animal and bird life of this part of coast. We will also investigate the geology of this area, and research something of Cornwall’s rich mining heritage.” She smiled with satisfaction at the sighs of delight from the girls. “And we have one more announcement for you.” The girls’ eyes swivelled to behold Joey as she made her way to the front of the hall, chuckling with delight at the excitement she was causing. “Mrs Maynard has made some suggestions about this specialised curriculum, and will be telling you now.”

“Hello everyone!” beamed Joey around the room. “I will be coming over every Tuesday and Thursday, tides and weather permitting, and delivering some lectures on the myths and folklore of the area. At the end of the term, I will be holding a creative writing competition, and you are all invited to submit poetry or prose which is inspired by being here on the island!” The girls were unable to maintain their silence any longer, and enthusiastic comments spilled out. Miss Annersley gave them their heads for a moment, and then called for quiet, which was achieved quickly. She was experienced enough to know that the girls were restless, and deemed it best to hand over to Matey to deal with the lists.

#111: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 4:55 pm

Lisa, these are wonderful ideas! Marine biology as a subject might be a bit modern, but the ideas are excellent!

#112: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 5:09 pm

*love the new ideas

*looking forward to marine biology lectures

#113: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 5:26 pm

I know, it is a bit modern isn't it?! I just thought I'd indulge myself to be a bit different! It would be my ideal curriculum (without the maths - but I thought I'd better leave that in! Oh, and I'd like a bit of music too on an ideak world ...)

Here is a tiny bit more (but I think you'll all shout about this!) Twisted Evil

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It was after dinner, that Matey appeared in the small parlour that had been commandeered as a staff room. She looked harassed, and Nell leapt up at her furrowed brow.

“What on earth is it?” she demanded, leading one of the bastions of the school to a threadbare tapestry chair. “Surely the lists haven’t defeated you this year? There are less girls to worry about.”

Matron smiled mirthlessly. “How ironic,” she muttered. “It’s just that that I am worried about.” She jumped as a voice spoke suddenly from behind the door.

“Talk sense!” instructed Hilda, anxiety and fatigue making her a little sharp.

Matey raised her eyebrows and glanced sharply at her, noting her white face and strained expression. “I’m just tired,” she said. “As you are, I suspect. Take my advice, and get to bed.” Hilda raised herself wearily from her chair.

“I might do just that,” she sighed. “Goodnight, all.” She left the room to a chorus of good wishes. As soon as the door closed behind her, Matron turned and faced the rest of the assembled staff.

“One of the new girls is unaccounted for,” she stated bluntly. “I have consulted the records, and she was meant to meet us at the quayside. She didn’t…” she trailed off, not wishing to speak aloud the words that they were all thinking. Miss Annersley had had the responsibility of meeting the girls.

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#114: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 5:29 pm

*obligingly shouts at Lisa as I fall down the unexpected cliff* swear

#115: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 5:37 pm

Oho, Hilda is doing so well. First Phil and now this....

Please come back and stop KB from plummeting to her death over the cliff.

#116: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 5:40 pm

*yells back, just prior to crashing onto rocks, that there was nothing about dying in my contract*

#117: Author: Mandy, Location: Derry, N.Ireland

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 8:40 pm

Is there a class on cliff-hangers that you drabble writers take that the rest of us know nothing about?

#118: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 8:56 pm

There's no class, Mandy, but I suspect it is highly infectious! Twisted Evil

#119: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 9:34 pm

I was just settling in to a 'nice' little story in a beautiful setting and looking forward to marine biology and folk tales and, and ....

I've fallen down the cliff!
*grabs KB and heroically saves her life. Both wind up battered but safe for the moment, but the tide is coming in!* Help, Lisa!

#120: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 9:48 pm

*splutters* PatMac, haven't you learned yet that there aint no such animile as a 'nice little story' on this board?!

*falls over cliff on top of PatMac and KB*
*mutters at KB for not looking out for the cliff in the first place!*

#121: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 10:47 pm

*Wonders what has happened to Jennie's trampolines, which were supposed to stop such accidents.*

#122: Author: Tassie_Ellen, Location: Tasmania, Australia

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 6:01 am

P'raps Miss Annersley left them on the quayside, too!!!! Shocked

#123: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 7:27 am

Lisa_T wrote:

*falls over cliff on top of PatMac and KB*
*mutters at KB for not looking out for the cliff in the first place!*

How is it my fault?!

And thank you, PatMac.

#124: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 8:42 am

Oh no! At the begining Lisa said this was set just after Miss A's return following her head injury - could this be the cause?

More please

#125: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 8:44 am

Good point, Lesley. And if so, will she regret it?

#126: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 9:43 am

This time, there's real cliffs! I don;t think Lisa will mind if I post this link. It's a gorgeous place.

http://www.mti.dmu.ac.uk/~ahugill/island/

#127: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 4:26 pm

All trampolines were in place the last time that I checked. Suspect that someone has been moving them.

#128: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 6:17 pm

But Jennie, part of your contract is to ensure that they're always there!

#129: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 6:59 pm

*grovels to HM*
*mutters at Jennie for not doing her job properly*
I thought there was more! I hope Lisa is feeling ok and that she posts more soon! Laughing

#130: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2004 8:35 pm

Thank you Lisa!!! This is great, but please don't let this missing pupil cause too much trouble for Hilda!

#131: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 6:58 am

Great story so far! Not to mention setting. (Sorry I’m late.) But, sincerely hopes that last post doesn’t mean Lisa’s been taking lessons in killing off characters. We ought to have somebody left in the increasingly elite group that lets the poor things survive.

Re/ marine biology -- it may be recent, but not recent enough to be an anachronism here. For example, the Marine Biological Laboratory at Wood's Hole, Massachusetts has been around since the 1880s. Complete with women as scientists.

Re/ the hot flashes discussion – Just how long are you guys saying being waked up by these things lasts? I was sort of hoping it was a short term thing. *Feels quite put upon being tormented by both before & after menopause symptoms* (not to mention sleeplessness intensified by miserable Michigan germs)

#132: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 9:20 pm

So far hot flushes/flashes have been going on for 2 years on and off!

#133: Author: catherine, Location: York

Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 9:38 pm

Quote:

Lisa wrote: She was experienced enough to know that the girls were restless, and deemed it best to hand over to Matey to deal with the lists.

Oh dear! Why does the first part of that remind me of Teaching Practice?!!!

This is fantastic, Lisa! Please keep going! Hope you feel better soon!

#134: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 10:52 pm

Just wondered if there is any more (apart from hot flushes, of course)

#135: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 12:03 am

Well, Lisa did say she was going on holiday for a few days, though she wasn't too specific as to when...

Thanks Pat for information Sad

. Adds to file translating flashes as flushes and PMS as PMT.

#136: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 6:03 pm

*sends big huggles to anyone experiencing hot fla/ushes*

#137: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 9:03 pm

Pat wrote:

So far hot flushes/flashes have been going on for 2 years on and off!

I'm up to nearly three years with them Exclamation

#138: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 9:29 pm

*aaaaaaah!!!*

I'm only on about 6 months, and worried that it will get even worse if/when I go off the hormones doctor is throwing at out-of-control cycles.

I am too young for this bawling

#139: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 11:53 pm

That's what I thought.

#140: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 7:43 am

*huggles Kathy and Sue*

#141: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 10:39 am

thankfully mine seem to have died down for the time being! I just wish everything could just stop, like it started! I hate never knowing what or when something will happen!

#142: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 3:40 pm

Pat, have you tried the Phyto-hormone treatment? You get your HRT from plants, not animals.

#143: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 9:37 pm

Thanks for hanging around whilst I've been away! (Even if you are discussing a subject that I'm sure EBD would not acknowledge! Confused

)

I did some great field research in Looe, including a visit to Looe guildhall (from 15th century) which provided me with a real life bit of information about the island which unbelievably fits in to the exact year I think - 1942?) which I can't wait to include in the drabble! If anyone else finds out, please don't say or guess! It's great story stuff!

*************

It was exciting, preparing for bed that first evening. The wind had risen, and a howling surrounded the old house which seemed to shiver, doing battle with a familiar foe. Crowded into the partitioned rooms, sundry members of the fifth chattered about the day. The position of the island had struck a chord with the romantic notions of many of them, and they discussed old tales of shipwrecks and smugglers, whilst huddling together in nervousness at the harshness of the elements.

“It’s so – so deliciously spooky!” declared Bride Bettany, after a particularly eerie wail had sounded. She sat in her bed, hugging her knees. “Gosh! What’s that?” She may well ask, as at that moment a loud rattling sound made the girls jump. “Has someone thrown pebbles at the window?” Two of the girls made their way over to the pane of glass to investigate, when there was a loud whirring noise, then the room was plunged into darkness! The air was punctuated by screams and yelps of laughter and fear. Just as Rebecca had banged her knee against a bedstead and was adding her loud moans to the affray, a ghostly figure appeared in the doorway, bearing a candle. Too shocked for words, the girls clutched at each other, but were rapidy reassured by the solid voice of Miss Wilson.

“Girls! What is the meaning of this childish noise? We look to you to set an example to the younger members of the school. If you all fall apart at some mere bad weather, there is little hope for you!” As she spoke, she had been lighting and passing round candles, and soon the girls’ faces were flickering in the shadowy light. “Rebecca! Let me see. Yes, I daresay that will be a big bruise tomorrow. Please cease that noise at once. Now, someone sensible, you Tom, explain!”

Tom looked around at the rest of the assembly rather scornfully, and gave a concise explanation to the Head. The latter raised her eyebrows. “I see,” she said. “Well, the weather is liable to be rough occasionally here; those won’t be the last hailstones you’ll hear, and neither will this be the last time the generator fails, I expect!”

“But Miss Wilson,” spoke up Bride suddenly, “does this mean that the walks tomorrow will be cancelled?”

“Well, certainly, if the weather continues in this way,” responded their teacher, but she seemed rather detached. “Now, look to your beds, girls, because I am not leaving you with the candles aflame!” she repressed a shudder as the girls climbed into bed, and more than one of them reflected on the cause of their move to Looe island. “Goodnight, girls, God Bless,” she whispered, and closed the door behind her.

“I say, do you think there is something troubling Bill?” asked Tom urgently in her low voice, as she propped herself up on an elbow, barely discernible in the gloom. “She seemed distracted, as if she was worried about something.”

“Well, all I know is that she didn’t squash us as I thought she would,” replied Suzanne complacently.

“Probably school worries,” mumbled Bride, sleepily, “come on, everyone, let’s be quiet now. Miss Wilson was right when she said we have an example to set.”

“Isn’t it fun, being able to see each other, without dividing curtains for once?” asked Marielle, but the remainder of the girls were silent, and soon only the sound of gentle breathing within the room, and loud rumbles from without.

#144: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 10:20 pm

Yay!! Good to see you (and the story) back Lisa!!!

#145: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 10:34 pm

Nice to have you back Lisa, with a new installment too.

#146: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 10:48 pm

Thanks! Feel so refreshed by the holiday that I'm posting some more!

**************

The next morning, Bride’s doom laden suggestion was borne out. Looking eagerly out of the windows at first light, she sighed loudly. “It’s all a mist!” she exclaimed in disappointment. Further along the landing, these sentiments were echoed by members of the second form as they hurried to dress.

“It’s a shame!” declared Mary-Lou. “Now we’ll be penned up all day, and I’m dying to explore this island!”

It certainly was a shame, felt by staff and girls alike. The unpredictable Cornish weather put paid to their plans for the first weekend, and although Miss Slater, Miss Cochrane and Miss O’Ryan rallied round and provided a treasure hunt and quiz to enable the girls to get acquainted with the house, the girls chafed under their imprisonment. One or two of the staff, too, seemed bad tempered and irritable, and more than one member of the school wondered at what the future term had in store. Saturday and Sunday passed slowly, but at length Sunday evening arrived, and with it a lightening in the weather.

“About time, too!” commented Miss Bell over a cup of coffee. “I feel that the term is two weeks’ old, not two days’ old!”

“A good night’s sleep is all you need, ma cherie,” replied Jeanne de Lachennais, smiling gently. “All will feel better in the morning. Where is Hilda, do you know?”

“Ah,” Biddy O’Ryan looked up from her knitting soberly, “she’s closeted with Nell. She, Nell that is, decided it was time Hilda was told about our missing pupil.”

Jeanne winced. “Then it is to be hoped that she will not take it too badly,” she commented with feeling. “But, has nothing been heard of the girl?”

“No, and no news from her family,” supplied Grizel Cochrane. “They probably don’t care much,” she concluded bitterly.

Biddy shot a look at her colleague. “We don’t know. Rosalie has been trying to contact them, but this weather has made communication difficult.” She paused and then deliberately changed the subject. “So what are the plans regarding the timetable tomorrow?”

Pam Slater consulted the small notice board placed there for their convenience. “We are still aiming to begin the curriculum,” she noted. “It’s French day. But we will be fitting the walks in throughout the day. Oh – hello Nell. How did Hilda take the news?”

Nell looked disturbed. “She did not react as I expected,” she explained. “She seemed vaguely concerned, but started talking about the potatoes. I’m hoping she’ll realise more in the morning. Rosalie will take her through it. It may do Hilda good to get her teeth into something,” she ruminated, and then laughed at the expression on Biddy’s face. “Oh, I know. Shocking language!” She yawned. “I’m off to bed. Perhaps a clear head will help me to think tomorrow. It looks like being a nicer day anyway!”

She left the room, and the remaining staff began to pack up their leisure items, talking softly about the next day. The night passed peacefully and the school was greeted by the welcome reappearance of the sun when it woke. Spirits certainly rose as the girls gathered in the main hall for breakfast and chatted of the exploration in store.

“Where’s Miss Annersley?” demanded Mary-Lou, her voice ringing through the hall. “She’s not at the staff table. Neither’s Miss Dene, come to think of it,” she continued, looking round the room which served as dining room, assembly room and a space for dance and exercise.

“Mary-Lou, eat your breakfast and be quiet,” spoke a fair girl rather shortly, her voice carrying the authority of junior prefect, as she noticed uncomfortably that several staff members had turned to look in their direction at Mary-Lou’s question.

“But I was only – “ began the offender, when Verity-Anne poked her sharply in the ribs.

“Miss O’Ryan is giving you a look” she warned in a hissing whisper. Mary-Lou opened her mouth, reconsidered, and then mutely filled it with porridge.

First lessons began, and soon the school sank into a harmonious atmosphere. The first two forms were sent out on walks with their teachers, and a peace reigned.

#147: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 10:50 pm

*worried about Hilda!*

#148: Author: catherine, Location: York

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 10:53 pm

More please, Lisa!! What's wrong with Hilda?

#149: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 11:12 pm

Oh dear poor Hilda - more problems.

#150: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 2:18 am

Great posts, Lisa!

#151: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 7:11 am

Oh, dear, more worries...

#152: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 1:22 pm

AARRGHH!

Help! I woke up in the night feeling like an utter goop because I realised I've got completely confused about the timing of this!

Please forgive and help me! Are there any knowledgeable persons out there (& I know there are!) that can help:
I thought this should be in place of Carola, so:
is the war still on?!
how old would the trips be?
how old is Mary-Lou?
have I got any of the characters remotely right? (I know I have completely made up names of some eg Rebecca, Sally, Marielle!) Can any of you suggest who some of the pupils would be and their ages/forms?!

*Slinks away feeling pathetic, having worried half the night! Suspects she may have to rewrite the next section of story, which was written over two weeks ago and feels disjointed now anyhow.* Crying or Very sad

#153: Author: catherine, Location: York

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 7:25 pm

The war isn't on, Lisa. It finished a couple of years previously!

(If you're setting it in the summer term, it would be Wrong you're covering not Carola and Joey and co. would be in Canada and Grizel would have gone to New Zealand. If it's Spring then Margot would be in Canada as would Josette.) Mary-Lou would be Lower Fourth, I think. The trips would be Upper Second/Lower Third.

What age(s) are you wanting for names of pupils? Peggy Bettany would be Head Girl and Bride and Tom Upper Fifth. Julie - Lower Fifth.

Huggles!

#154: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 7:57 pm

Oh!

Thanks Catherine! I feel like a prize idiot! Embarassed

What shall I do, guys?
a) Cry Crying or Very sad

b) Create a massive EBDism style parallel / alternative universe where it's Spring 1942 and Margot is in Canada & the other trips are old enough to board & I basically make up any pupils I need to? Rolling Eyes

c) Attempt to rewrite and plan (I suppose a few years after the war, 'digging for victory', rationing etc is all still v important) Confused

d) Give up HelpMe

e) All of the above

Answers on a postcard!

*blushes red to roots of her hair in embarrassment*

#155: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:19 pm

*huggles Lisa*

#156: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:28 pm

I don't think the Trips age was relevant re boarding. They're boarding from Three Go 'cos of bad weather, and they go straight into St Briavel's as boarders too for the obvious reason, so if this story is set after a relocation from St B then they can board- except that you have Jo nearby, so maybe they won't need to! Arrange it to suit yourself, the plot, and the characters (not necessarily in that order) and justify it somehow. I don't think we'd tear you to pieces over that! Wink

This is excellent, and I wanna know what Hilda's trouble is. Only, if it's set post Island, as far as I can work out, that's around three years after the accident. Lesley? KB? Can you be more precise on that?

#157: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:36 pm

Sorry to add to your problems Lisa - but Miss A's head injury was in 1943 and she returned to the School in the Summer term of 1944! There was a certain amount of rationing on into the 1950's however so that would be covered. If this is set in time of move to Island thats about Spring 1948. If you want to link Miss A's problems you could have her having a minor accident just before the start of the story - that could have a delayed reaction to bring on severe symptoms again!

(PM me if you want some symptoms!)

#158: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:41 pm

Poor Lisa! *huggles*

#159: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:44 pm

*laughs manically*

Ho hum.

Got it ...

Then Miss Annersley woke up and it had all been a dream!!

Think I'll take your advice Lesley, and set it in Spring 48, close enough to the war for rationing etc to still be important. This seems to fit slightly better. Yes - I would like some symptoms please. I do have vague ideas of where I want this to go, but I never felt very confident about it, or the timing (it shows, huh?!) Although it goes against the grain with me (I really wanted it to be 'correct') I think I will just continue best I can (If you can all put up with the inaccuracies and inconsistencies!) & then if it's worth it, come back to it and edit later!

Grr! All because I leant out several CS books (inc Carola etc) & was trying to do this from memory!

Ok, I'm off to re-read the latest bit, then I'll post it! I really liked it when I first wrote it, I hope you do (just ignore all the previous bits!) Laughing

#160: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:49 pm

You've done so much research that to give it all up now would be a great shame.

*waits eagerly for next bit*

#161: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:59 pm

OK, posting lots now as a reward for all your encouragement and understanding!

**************

In the study, Rosalie had succeeded in enabling Hilda to fully comprehend the situation. The secretary tried to reassure her friend and colleague that it was a minor problem, but one that needed addressing.

“But the term is three days’ spent, and there’s still no word of Morvoren Treffry,” protested Hilda Annersley in concern. “Her family cannot be reached on the telephone, and you have already cabled them. I simply do not know what to do.”

Rosalie Dene stared at this admission of helplessness which was uncharacteristic of the usually so calm and composed Headmistress. The trauma of the fire that seemed to have provoked a return of some of the effects of the accident of five years ago had disturbed her health in more ways than one, and poor Hilda was finding issues that would not have troubled her too much usually, very difficult to resolve. Rosalie sighed as she considered the situation. This, on top of all the worries that had preceded this term was simply too much.

“Come on, Hilda,” she began in a gentle voice. “You know that you haven’t had your rest today, and the Doctor decreed that you may only return to work on the condition that you followed his regime. Leave the Morvoren business to me.” Sounding more confident than she felt, she guided her friend and colleague towards the door, and was rewarded with a grateful smile.

“You’re right,” Hilda acknowledged, in a resigned voice. “I will feel better after a little sleep. I will see you later at lunch time and we’ll discuss the matter then,” and she vanished out of the room. Left alone, Rosalie drew a crumpled telegram from her pocket and smoothed it out, her brow furrowing in concern. The telegram, from Mr Treffry, declared that his daughter had left at the appointed time for school, three days previously. Although this struck terror into Rosalie’s heart, it was softened by the final line of the message which informed the school not too worry – as he knew his daughter! Puzzling over the situation, Rosalie tapped her teeth with her pencil and then sucked the end of it, appearing very much like a daydreaming middle.

#162: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 9:00 pm

“I suppose I must go to the police with this,” she sighed, speaking aloud to herself in the tiny room that served as the school’s main administrative office. “But I’ll take it to Nell first.” With resolution in her step, she strode down the narrow hall way, and knocked sharply on a door that opened into a large sunny room. A pleasant voice bid her “Entrez!” and Rosalie, recalling that this was a French day, entered the room and spoke prettily.

“Excusez-moi, Mlle Wilson. Je suis désolé d'interrompre votre leçon. Mais je dois vous parler instamment.” Miss Wilson’s eyes widened, but she said nothing, merely rising to her feet and addressing the class of seniors:

“Continuez le travail sur le conseil, et puis lisez les pages cent vingt à vingt neuf,”

As soon as the door was shut behind them, Rosalie dropped into English and acquainted Nell with the facts. The latter looked grave, but nodded her agreement at the secretary’s suggestion.

“We simply must not worry Hilda at all costs. Something like this could set her back seriously, and you know the Doctor said she was not to be worried. Yes, we must alert the police at once. I will – my goodness, what on earth is that!”
She may well have exclaimed loudly, for a din was coming from outside the house. Both women flew to the window, opened it and beheld the second form tearing up the slope, puffing and panting as they called out loudly.

“Girls!” admonished Miss Wilson in a carrying voice which spoke of her yodelling skills in the Tirol. “Stop that noise at once! What is the meaning of this?”

Most of the girls had reached the house by now, but were in no fit state to respond. The slope up to the house from the beach was a steep one, and more than one girl was gasping for breath. Len Maynard, somewhat fitter than the others, managed to speak first.

“Please, Miss Wilson, we’re sorry, but Miss Burn told us to come for you at once!”

Biting back her retort that she was sure Miss Burn would not have encouraged this display, Miss Wilson nevertheless realised the urgency of the message, and she vanished from the window only to reappear a moment later at the door, hastily pulling on her coat. “Where is Miss Burn?” she demanded crisply. “Is anyone hurt?” She was startled at this point from an outbreak of giggles from Sally and she fixed that miscreant with an icy glare until she subsided into a deep crimson blush.

“No one is hurt,” continued Len, leading the way back down the slope, “and she is on the beach. Only – something has come up,” she finished lamely. Just then they rounded the corner at the top of the slope and Miss Wilson could see the panorama spread out before them. The water sparkled blue in the spring sunshine, and Looe and Hannafore appeared very close today in the clear light. A dark shape in the water caught her eye, and she looked closely to see a small wooden rowing boat approaching the island with just one occupant. The waters and currents were notorious around this coastline, and is Wilson feared the worst for the boat and its sailor. Hurrying down the slope as fast as she dared, Miss Wilson reached the small shingle beach in a rush of pebbles, and encountered Hilary Burn, the Phys. Ed. teacher, shouting instructions to the figure. Horrified, Miss Wilson observed that the rower was a young slender girl of perhaps fourteen. With scant regard for her shoes and the temperature, the figure jumped from the boat and expertly hauled it up on to the beach. Then she turned and greeted the surprised co-head in a broad Cornish accent, which was nevertheless quite musical.

“Good morning! I’m Morvoren Treffry and I’ve come to join the Chalet School!” She could not have caused more of a sensation if she had owned two heads, and Miss Wilson turned sharply at Len’s gasp. She did not want the rest of the second form making a heroine of this unorthodox new pupil, and spoke rapidly to the younger girl.

#163: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 9:01 pm

"Thank you, Helena. Back up to the school now, please. And not a word of this to the others!” she warned. Len turned and trudged her way back up the slope in great disappointment, and some surprise at the use of her name. She had been looking forward to spreading the exciting news about Morvoren’s arrival! Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she scrutinised the new girl discreetly. She had a pale creamy face, with a liberal sprinkling of freckles over her nose. Her eyes were a vibrant deep green, but her most striking feature was her long auburn hair, that trailed over one shoulder in a bedraggled mess. Len continued up the slope reflecting that if this was typical of Morvoren, they were in for an exciting term anyhow!

The subject of these musings had waded back out into the sea, and was pushing the boat further up the beach. Almost speechless, Miss Wilson listened to Hilary Burn’s hurried explanation. “I had taken the girls on a rocky shore ramble,” she explained. “And then Con called out that she’d spotted a boat heading for us. As this is a private island, I did not want there to be scene with any trespassers or tourists in front of the girls so I told them to proceed back to the school, and bid you come down here at once. I’m so sorry, but those foolish girls began screeching and running, and simply would not listen to me when I told them to stop.” Red in the face, Miss Burn finished her embarrassed explanation.

“Never mind, we’ll talk of that later,” said Miss Wilson kindly, resolving inwardly to take the disobedient class in hand very firmly later on. She turned her attention to the Chalet School’s newest pupil, and spoke to her firmly.

“Come out of the water at once, Morvoren!” she exclaimed. “You’ll catch your death of cold.” To her surprise, Morvoren replied to this cheerfully.

“Not me. I’m never ill!” and continued in her unhurried way to empty the boat of her belongings. She lifted a large oilskin bag out, and an awkward package of newspapers.

Realising that Morvoren apparently did not mean her response for insolence, Miss Wilson nevertheless felt an anger building up and spoke in a voice that boded no good.

“I said at once! Now you may be new here, Morvoren, but I am very unhappy about your – your arrival. You are two days’ late for a start. We have been extremely worried about you, and as for what your family must be thinking …”

Morvoren screwed up her nose as she pondered the teacher’s words. “Oh! Well, I’m sorry about that. But don’t be concerned about my family – they won’t worry! Here,” she continued calmly, handing over the slippery newspaper package, “came right through a shoal of mackerel as I was crossing the bar. They were practically lining up to take a bite, so I bagged us some for dinner!”

A peculiar splutter came from Hilary Burn at this juncture and she instantly busied herself by relieving Moroven of her bag and beginning to head up the slope. Miss Wilson, stunned into silence, took the proffered package dumbly, and followed her colleague’s lead. Morvoren followed on chattering happily.

“This is a handsome place!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing as she surveyed the island. “I haven’t been here in years.”

“But you’ve been here before?” gasped Miss Burn, who was somewhat restored by her struggle with the oilskin. Morvoren observed her difficulty, and immediately lifted the bag from the young teacher’s hands as if it weighed no more than a satchel.

“Here, I’ll take it. I’m used to it. Yes, I used to row over here with my brothers. We played in the woods – and went swimming. I’ve waded over once, too!” she added surprisingly.

Miss Wilson, shuddering at the thought of children swimming in this dangerous place without supervision was pulled up short by the last statement. “Surely you can’t reach the island by wading?” she exclaimed, stopping for a moment to regard her pupil.

Morvoren returned her gaze frankly, and Miss Wilson, who was a fine judge of character, immediately reflected that whatever else this surprising new girl may be, she was certainly honest. “Oh, yes, but very rarely. The tides have to be just right. You can climb out over the rocks at Hannafore point, wade across, and clamber up to the rocks then on the South side of the island. A very strong current runs across though, so you have to get your timing just right, and be a good swimmer. I didn’t get back,” she mused regretfully, “and my brother couldn’t pick me up till the next day. I say – what a big house!”

The little party paused for a moment, the two staff somewhat out of breath, both from the climb and the revelations they had just heard. Morvoren, despite having carried the heavy bag and chattered all the way up the slope, did not show any ill effects as she gazed at the house with interest.

“Now, come with me,” instructed Miss Wilson, “and I will introduce you to Matron, who will help you wash, get into some clean, warm things, and unpack.”

Morvoren frowned slightly. “Oh – but I don’t need any help – “ she began but was cut off by Miss Wilson’s speedy reply.

“That is the way we do things here,” she said. “Please report to me when you are ready.” She bustled Morvoren into the porch and through into the carpeted hallway, and was met by a worried-looking Rosalie and a wiry woman who Morvoren surmised was Matron. “Miss Dene,” she said, “please trouble yourself no more about the missing student. This,” she said with a flourish, “is Morvoren Treffry!”

#164: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 9:07 pm

*giggles* What a gorgeous character! I can't wait to see how she goes at school!

#165: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 9:22 pm

Yay!!! Thank you Lisa!!!

#166: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 9:45 pm

Excellent start for Morvoren! Thank you Lisa! Looking forward to more!

#167: Author: catherine, Location: York

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 10:15 pm

Fab, Lisa! I'm really pleased you're keeping on with it! How will the school deal with Morvoren?!! More please!

#168: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 11:51 pm

Morvoren sounds a wonderful addition to the school. Would like to see some more of her adventures soon.

#169: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 12:15 am

I've just read chunks of this in one go, it's wonderful, I love the new character, it looks as though the school is going to have lots of fun with her.
If you hadn't mentioned about the timings, I expect I would have been so absorbed in the story that I wouldn't have noticed any discrepancies, so I'm really pleased you didn't give up.

#170: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 9:06 am

I love the independent Cornish spirit, Lisa!!! Fresh mackeral -mmmm! You can't get it fresh enough up here! I bought about 20 years ago when we lived in Ripon and it tasted very strange, so haven't dared since! Too used to getting them still wriggling!!!

#171: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 12:17 pm

This is great, Lisa. Is Morvoren going to be another Mary-Lou? 'Oh, it's only Morvoren, she doesnt mean to be insolent."

#172: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 12:51 pm

Just caught up with this, including your soul searching about the timing. Poor you, I'm not surprised. that period always muddles in my head.

I'm so glad you didn't give up. Morvoreen sounds like a lively addition to the school!

#173: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 2:28 pm

Jennie wrote:

Is Morvoren going to be another Mary-Lou? 'Oh, it's only Morvoren, she doesnt mean to be insolent."

Oh Jennie, I hope not! But I admit that thought occured to me, too! I want her to be much more likeable than Mary-LOu, but I also want to show her as having a real confidence in matters to do with Cornwall and the sea. Please tell me if she becomes too Mary-Louish!!

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Roaslie Dene beheld a wild looking and bedraggled girl who looked like she had stepped straight out of legend. Her naturally pale colouring nevertheless had a healthy glow, and the freckles spoke of long exposure to the sun. Matron bore the girl off in the efficient way only she could. Glancing at Nell, the secretary laughed suddenly.

“Look at your face! How did – what is that awful smell?!”

Miss Wilson looked chagrined for a moment, than broke into a peal of laughter that went a long way to releasing the tension that had been building up. “It’s me!” she spluttered, shifting Morvoren’s gift of fresh fish under her arm. The sudden movement caused the pulpy paper to finally disintegrate, and within a moment the two women’s feet were showered with the slippery glistening bodies. Helpless with laughter, Nell clutched Rosalie who was trying to back away from the mackerel, and Nell’s fishy hands that were outstretched towards her. It was perhaps inevitable that one of them at least would go over, and as Hilary Burn came running back out from the house to investigate the commotion she witnessed the erstwhile dignified joint Head of the Chalet School fall backwards as if in slow motion, pulling the neat secretary over on top of her. Hilary squawked in surprise as she hurried to the rescue and narrowly avoided her own fishy mishap. With tears of mirth running down her face, she hauled up Rosalie and then the two of them gripped Nell’s wrists and heaved. She sprang to her feet, and gazed at the mackerel through vision blurred by tears of laughter.

“Oh, I ache!” moaned Nell, still shuddering from the storm of laughter that had gripped her. “But I do feel better! I’d best have a wash, and then report to Hilda, I suppose.”

“Well, someone has to deal with this mess,” commented Hilary, eyeing the scattered fish. “Come on, we all reek of them anyway. Let’s take this lot to the kitchen – waste not, want not!” she chirruped gaily and threatened another outburst of giggling. So it was that the three mistresses trooped into the kitchens with their arms full of fish that appeared to be wriggling, such was their haste. Jill, the cook, came to the door of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a cloth that was tucked into her belt. She looked askance when she saw the entourage, and rapidly relieved them of their burden frowning all the time at the behaviour of the staff. Over a pot of tea later on, she gossiped with her assistants and they speculated on the odd conduct of those from ‘up country’ and decided that this school “warn’t as prim as some!”

#174: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 3:30 pm

'They furriners' certainly aren't!!! I take it the kitchen staff will deal with the fish d'reckly?!!!!

#175: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 3:59 pm

*sobbing quietly with laughter at the fish episode*

#176: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 7:19 pm

*joins in sobbing*

#177: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 8:29 pm

Love the kitchen staff, may we please see more of them?

#178: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 11:27 pm

*joining in with the giggling and pleading* Brilliant, Lisa!!1 More please

#179: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 3:48 am

Loving Morvoren's arrival and the fish!
(Early on I wondered whether she'd turn up on a surfboard Shocked

, but this fits together so well....)

P.S. Mary-Lou is so likeable.

#180: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 7:27 am

I wish they'd ask me to dinner. Fresh mackerel Razz

(need an ecstatic smiley!)

#181: Author: Lesley, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 8:19 pm

Loving it Lisa! Laughing

#182: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 8:33 pm

*sorrowfully* I thought there was more. Hope Lisa isn't ill again!

#183: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 9:29 pm

No, I'm OK thanks! The Winchester meeting was a tonic! Just a little bit (hee hee, I typed 'nit' the first time, coz most of the letters on my keyboard have rubbed off!)

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Glancing out of the window during her maths lesson, Tom Gay observed the three mistresses giggling like schoolgirls as they made their way to the bathrooms. She smiled to herself, her worries about Miss Wilson laid to rest. ‘Well, that’s alright then,’ she murmured to herself, and then turned her attention back to trigonometry.

An hour later saw a clean and tidy Morvoren tap politely on the door of Miss Wilson’s office. The occupant, much refreshed by her second bath of the day, called “Entrez!” in her pleasant voice and then rose to greet the newest girl as she came in.

“Now, you look better, Morvoren!” she began, inwardly marvelling at how much younger looking the girl was in her uniform, and with her hair brushed back and plaited by Matron into a long tail. “Please sit there, dear. Now, I trust Matron has acquainted you with the rules, whys and wherefores – “

“Oh, yes thank you, Miss Wilson. And may I say now, that I really am very sorry for any anguish I caused you all in my – tardiness,” she interrupted, but with a frankness that was disarming.

Miss Wilson smiled to herself as Morvoren battled with the unfamiliar words. ‘Well read’ the Mistress noted silently, ‘there may well be hidden depths to this girl.’ Aloud, she spoke hurriedly:

“Well, let’s ignore your – somewhat – unusual method of arrival. I have cabled your father, and am following it with a longer letter. I understand that the weather disrupted your plans. But I do just want to remind you that you are part of a community now, and your actions have repercussions for everyone else.”

“Oh, yes, I understand, Miss Wilson,” broke in Morvoren eagerly. “It’s much like that at home. We all have to work together. If there’s a disappointing catch one week, we all share. Like I brought the fish for dinner. And I don’t mind collecting mussels at night,” she added somewhat surprisingly, and rather charmingly.

“Yes, well, with a team attitude you will go far,” muttered Miss Wilson, wondering exactly what to make of this astonishing new girl. After a few minutes of going over the timetable, the door opened again, and Miss Annersley entered.

“Now, then, are you the one that has caused us all this trouble?” demanded Miss Annersley with a twinkle in her eye. “Morvoren Treffry, I believe?”
Despite herself, Morvoren rose to her feet, and then attempted an awkward curtesy. She liked the look of this trim, neat woman with the piercing eyes very much, and felt determined about doing her best to please her. Hilda, for her part, felt a warmth towards the politeness shown by the spirited Cornish girl. The curtsey reminded her forcefully of her time in Tirol, and she thoroughly approved of a proper respect shown to her elders.

Some fifteen minutes later, a rather bemused Morvoren left the office in the wake of Miss Annersley who led her to Mlle Berne’s lesson. The mistress knocked on the door, and then opened it to the musical sound of “entrez”. A group of eleven heads glanced up from the hemming that they were doing, and gazed at Morvoren. Unperturbed, the redhead met their stares with a toss of her long plait, which already seemed to be working itself loose from its neat knotting.

“Mlle Berne, c'est Morvoren Treffry ; elle joindra la troisième forme. Elle ne parle pas français!" she added with a laugh.

Mlle Berne turned her flashing smile on the girl and spoke in prettily accented English. “Welcome, Morvoren!” she said in a friendly tone. “We will speak in English for the remainder if the lesson for your sake!”

Mustering all the French she knew, Morvoren spoke clearly and confidently: “Mousy Madam,” she said.

#184: Author: Lisa_T, Location: Belfast

Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 10:42 pm

*rofl* Lisa, that was inspired. I'm having visions of Mlle with round ears and whiskers...

#185: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 2:44 am

*Giggles, reading aloud to cat*

(Morvoren's French is clearly as good as mine.)

#186: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 2:46 am

*giggles*
I can just picture Mdlle in a mouse costume.....

#187: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 9:47 am

*joins in giggling*

That's fantastic! I wonder if her German is as bad as her French?

#188: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 2:55 pm

Oh, I hope so!!! Wink

#189: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 5:12 pm

Me too! That was wonderful!

#190: Author: Susan, Location: Carlisle

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:18 am

Lisa this is fantastic. Love the fish story and Mademoiselle as a mouse.

Need my night time giggle and you have provided it.

#191: Author: Lisa, Location: South Coast of England

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:03 pm

Thanks folks! I am aiming to make this story as humorous as possible!
OK - I know OOAOML isn't really in character in this bit, but I'm taking liberties for the sake of the story (I've already taken so many others with timing, I might as well!)

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Mustering all the French she knew, Morvoren spoke clearly and confidently: “Mousy Madam,” she said. She was instantly taken aback by the friendliness of all the girls, who beamed at her as if of one mind, and began shuffling about to try and make room for her next to them.

“Here, my dear, take your chair and sit next to Vi,” said Mlle Berne with the merest lift of her eyebrows at Morvoren’s attempts at that lady’s native tongue. “How is your sewing, Morvoren?”

Morvoren was staring around at the other members of the lower fourth. Her quick eye was taking in details of appearances and she was already making some fast judgements about people, as was a weakness of hers. She wrested her gaze from the strong chinned face of a girl who she felt unsure about, and looked directly at the teacher. “I can make nets faster than anyone else in my village!” she said proudly. There was a gasp from the others at this display of what some may call audacity, and the girl Morvoren had noted remarked to her neighbour in a sibilant undertone:

“Well, she’s an odd ‘un, and make no mistake!”

Mlle Berne shot the speaker a look. “Mary-Lou, will you be so kind as to keep silence when I am speaking to someone else?” she enquired, both pleasantry and sarcasm vying in her voice. The offender dropped her eyes to her sewing, but scowled at the newcomer with resentment. Verity-Anne sighed as she witnessed this, and shook her head discreetly.

Vi stood and patted the seat alongside her.

“Come on, Morvoren – what a smash – I mean,” in some confusion, “nice name. I’m Vi. We’ve still twenty minutes of the lesson left and so you’ll be able to show us your skills.”

Morvoren sat down, and took the piece of hemming pressed upon her. Mlle Berne explained that they were turning sheets sides to middle. “Do you need me to explain what I mean by that?” she enquired kindly.

“Oh, no, Miss, I’ve been doing this since afore I could write!” beamed Morvoren, and fell upon the work with something akin to enthusiasm. Her deft fingers flew and she made a rapid and neat job of the task. Whilst their teacher’s interests were otherwise engaged, Vi thought it prudent to explain a few things to her new charge, beginning with terms of address for teachers. Morvoren listened with interest, soaking up all the new information she was presented with.

“What does your name mean?” asked the irrepressible Vi, who was still chatting softly after ten minutes. Mlle Berne allowed quiet discussion as long as the girls were completing the task set, as she believed it was good discipline for ladies to be able to sew and conduct a sensible conversation, and she had turned a largely deaf ear to Vi’s talk, knowing that that girl was doing her best to welcome the new one. Morvoren folded a completed sheet neatly, and picked another off the pile to the audible gasps of many others in the room.

“Well, it’s Cornish of course. It was given to me once I was two,” she said casually, causing a sensation. Around the room, the girls dropped all pretext of their own work and listened unashamedly.

“So, what’s your real name?” demanded Mary-Lou directly. “Morvoren can’t be your real name if you only got it when you were two. It must be more of a nickname.” There was a challenge in her voice as she said this – very subtle, but there. The colour in Morvoren’s cheeks rose a little, but she said steadily:

“Oh, but it is. My folk believe that a name should say something about one’s character. So I was watched as my personality developed and then a fitting name was bestowed upon me at a naming ceremony. So much more appropriate than just going for any name, don’t you think?” she said pointedly.

“Girls! It is time to start packing away. There has been rather too much chat this lesson, and some of you have shown a slackening in pace. Look at Morvoren’s work; she has easily done as much as any of you, in less than half the time. The only other person worthy of note is Verity-Anne. Well done, dear.” Verity-Anne looked pleased, and reddened.

“So, what does your name mean?” persisted Vi as she collected the pairs of scissors from around the room, and placed them in a fabric-covered box made by Mlle for this purpose. Suddenly Gillian gave a squeal.

“Oh – stop! I’ve got a wizard idea!” she exclaimed, and then looked furtively at Mlle Berne, who, luckily for her was struggling with some tangled cottons that a very red faced Stephanie had managed to drop. “Let’s not ask Morvoren to tell us what her name means – if it has been chosen because of her personality, let’s see if we can guess it, as we get to know her!” This idea was acclaimed at once, and the girls were still occupied with it as the gong sounded for lunch.

“Wonder what’s for dinner?” spoke Gillian, concerned with her stomach as usual.

“Hmm, mackerel perhaps?” suggested Morvoren as she moved to the door.
“Don’t be ridiculous! We don’t have fresh fish on Mondays!” began Mary-Lou, but stopped short as they left the room and wafting down the corridor from the hall came the unmistakeable aroma of grilled mackerel. The girls giggled and surrounded this exotic new girl in admiration, as Mary-Lou found herself at the back of the group, straggling behind.

#192: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:12 pm

Oh lovely!!! Twisted Evil

OOAOML upstaged!!!! Twisted Evil

#193: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:30 pm

Lovely to see OOAO put in her place. Yay for Lisa.

#194: Author: Ellie, Location: Lincolnshire

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 4:23 pm

Thanks Lisa, love Mousy Madamselle, and seeing Mary Lou made to look foolish with regard to the mackeral.
It will be interesting to find out what the name does mean....

#195: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 5:04 pm

*giggles* Nice one! Will show Mary-Lou that she's not OOAO after all!!

#196: Author: KB, Location: Berlin, Germany

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 7:51 pm

I wonder whether Vi will show some leadership qualities and stick by Morvoren.

#197: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 9:47 pm

*chants at Lisa for more!!!*

#198: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 3:37 pm

Chanting in unison with Vikki.