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Thanks once again, to those who reviewed...  This chapter isn't quite so long...  16/2/12


 

They were to spend 3 full days in Zermatt, arriving late on the Tuesday evening, and leaving again on the Saturday morning.  While they were there they were considering perhaps taking a stroll along one or two of the more easy hikes, and visiting the Alpine Museum amongst other places.

As they left the train station they passed a meadow, where there was a small farmhouse.  Len looked at it, before turning away with a curious smile on her face.  Kathy who knew all about it smiled and commented quietly “we could do with Nancy here now!”  Len agreed with her and laughed again.  This time their group demanded to know what was so funny, so Len had to agree to tell the story.

“Only not here and now” she commented quickly.  “It’s well past time for us to be making tracks for our chalet.  Come on girls, we don’t want to arrive too late you know.”  The other mistresses agreed with this dictum, and they quickly formed up into lines and moved off.

When they were all settled and managed to meet up again, Len had a proposal for them.  “Right girls, there is no point in us going out again now, it’s rather late, and I’m sure you could all be doing with a break.  So I’m going to suggest that we have our evening meal and then spend the rest of the day quietly.

“Then tomorrow, why don’t we form into parties and wander round the village in the morning – those of you who do not know the place can explore it thoroughly.  And in the afternoon we have our trip to the museum.  That ought to be enough for one day.

“On Thursday we have our trip up the Gornergrat, though be warned that altitude sickness is common, so you will have to be prepared for the chance that you will need to come back down again.  We shall split into two groups, with Miss Darliegh taking those who need to leave the area back down again and Miss Ferrars and I showing the others around the place.”

The mistresses had decided this last one since Tamara had not been tested at altitude yet, and the others had been up before so knew what to do when they got up there.  “Later on, if you stay here for one of the holidays we can go back and I’ll show you anything you have had to miss” Len had offered later on, and Tamara had agreed that this might be a good idea.

Then Kathy cut in.  “We shall be leaving too early on Saturday for you to spend any time in the village that day, so on Friday morning I suggest that we might want to go up to the meadows we just passed to have a wander round there, and in the afternoon you can do as you like to explore the surrounding area. 

“Then we shall all need to begin packing so we are ready to head out to where the coaches will be meeting us to take us back to the school.”  She laughed quietly to herself.  “And I think that the staff will be quite busy on Saturday afternoon, so if you don’t want to miss out on a treat, you had better behave yourselves!”  She ended with a smile, but leaving the girls with the knowledge that teasing or not she was also perfectly serious about this.

Only Rachel was asking, “But is there any reason that we would choose to misbehave?”  Kathy looked at her pointedly, remembering that Rachel had been in trouble herself not all that long ago.  Rachel looked at her quietly, she was rather uncertain what that look might mean. 

“That means no wandering off Rachel” Len reminded her quietly.  Rachel looked at her, remembering now.  Of course she wouldn’t be wandering off.  She had been told about it, hadn’t she?

Tamara decided that enough was enough.  “Alright Len, how about you tell us what was so funny about passing the meadows?”

Len laughed again before responding.  “When I visited here as a pupil, it must be something more than 20 years ago now of course, we came up towards the meadow on our second last day.  We had enjoyed ourselves and were just having a good time.  I was with my close friends, plus my sisters and their friends as well.”  Here a shadow passed over her face as she remembered the other things which had occurred during the course of that trip.

“We were wandering along with Miss Wilmot, when we suddenly spotted a young boy rushing along with a piglet who was making the most awful noise.  The young thing’s mother was also following him at quite a pace.

“Miss Wilmot straddled the path in an attempt to catch the boy, who somehow changed direction and ran right at me and my sisters.  One of my friends grabbed the young thing in an attempt to give it back to its mother.

“She, poor thing, didn’t realize that the boy had changed direction and went on regardless.  She passed under Miss Wilmot and pushed so hard that she ended up with a passenger – which was just as well, because she was heading straight towards the stream.

“The look on Miss Wilmot’s face as she rode the pig backwards is something I shall never forget.  Luckily her extra weight brought the poor animal up short and she was deposited on the ground before they reached the river.

“But the thing I will always count as the funniest of all happened after the piglet was back with its brothers and sisters, and its mother was back on her way to join them.

“Young Ian, for that was the boy’s name, was asked what he had thought he was doing.  His response was something along the lines that he had liked the look of the piglet and wanted to take it to bed with him!  He was only a young boy of course, but that finished us all.”

With the story told the mistresses reminded the girls that it was getting late and that it was really heading on for bedtime, so the party broke up as the girls sought their various sleeping quarters.

“Well that was one way to liven up an evening” Tamara remarked quietly.  “When would be the best time to tell me the rest of what happened here?”  She asked out of ignorance of how serious the situation actually had been.

“If you don’t mind Tamara, I’ll leave it until we are not on holiday any more.  It’s not the most pleasant of memories, and it’s one I’d rather forget.”  Len returned.  “There are some other stories of the time we were here of course, which I will gladly tell you, but the one Kathy was referring to was not fun.”  She concluded.

Tamara agreed that in that case it was probably better to leave it there, and the three of them then decided to follow the example of the girls.  And if any of the girls emulated Ted Grantley by dreaming about the story they had been told she was lucky enough not to wake anyone up.They were to spend 3 full days in Zermatt, arriving late on the Tuesday evening, and leaving again on the Saturday morning.  While they were there they were considering perhaps taking a stroll along one or two of the more easy hikes, and visiting the Alpine Museum amongst other places.

As they left the train station they passed a meadow, where there was a small farmhouse.  Len looked at it, before turning away with a curious smile on her face.  Kathy who knew all about it smiled and commented quietly “we could do with Nancy here now!”  Len agreed with her and laughed again.  This time their group demanded to know what was so funny, so Len had to agree to tell the story.

“Only not here and now” she commented quickly.  “It’s well past time for us to be making tracks for our chalet.  Come on girls, we don’t want to arrive too late you know.”  The other mistresses agreed with this dictum, and they quickly formed up into lines and moved off.

When they were all settled and managed to meet up again, Len had a proposal for them.  “Right girls, there is no point in us going out again now, it’s rather late, and I’m sure you could all be doing with a break.  So I’m going to suggest that we have our evening meal and then spend the rest of the day quietly.

“Then tomorrow, why don’t we form into parties and wander round the village in the morning – those of you who do not know the place can explore it thoroughly.  And in the afternoon we have our trip to the museum.  That ought to be enough for one day.

“On Thursday we have our trip up the Gornergrat, though be warned that altitude sickness is common, so you will have to be prepared for the chance that you will need to come back down again.  We shall split into two groups, with Miss Darliegh taking those who need to leave the area back down again and Miss Ferrars and I showing the others around the place.”

The mistresses had decided this last one since Tamara had not been tested at altitude yet, and the others had been up before so knew what to do when they got up there.  “Later on, if you stay here for one of the holidays we can go back and I’ll show you anything you have had to miss” Len had offered later on, and Tamara had agreed that this might be a good idea.

Then Kathy cut in.  “We shall be leaving too early on Saturday for you to spend any time in the village that day, so on Friday morning I suggest that we might want to go up to the meadows we just passed to have a wander round there, and in the afternoon you can do as you like to explore the surrounding area. 

“Then we shall all need to begin packing so we are ready to head out to where the coaches will be meeting us to take us back to the school.”  She laughed quietly to herself.  “And I think that the staff will be quite busy on Saturday afternoon, so if you don’t want to miss out on a treat, you had better behave yourselves!”  She ended with a smile, but leaving the girls with the knowledge that teasing or not she was also perfectly serious about this.

Only Rachel was asking, “But is there any reason that we would choose to misbehave?”  Kathy looked at her pointedly, remembering that Rachel had been in trouble herself not all that long ago.  Rachel looked at her quietly, she was rather uncertain what that look might mean. 

“That means no wandering off Rachel” Len reminded her quietly.  Rachel looked at her, remembering now.  Of course she wouldn’t be wandering off.  She had been told about it, hadn’t she?

Tamara decided that enough was enough.  “Alright Len, how about you tell us what was so funny about passing the meadows?”

Len laughed again before responding.  “When I visited here as a pupil, it must be something more than 20 years ago now of course, we came up towards the meadow on our second last day.  We had enjoyed ourselves and were just having a good time.  I was with my close friends, plus my sisters and their friends as well.”  Here a shadow passed over her face as she remembered the other things which had occurred during the course of that trip.

“We were wandering along with Miss Wilmot, when we suddenly spotted a young boy rushing along with a piglet who was making the most awful noise.  The young thing’s mother was also following him at quite a pace.

“Miss Wilmot straddled the path in an attempt to catch the boy, who somehow changed direction and ran right at me and my sisters.  One of my friends grabbed the young thing in an attempt to give it back to its mother.

“She, poor thing, didn’t realize that the boy had changed direction and went on regardless.  She passed under Miss Wilmot and pushed so hard that she ended up with a passenger – which was just as well, because she was heading straight towards the stream.

“The look on Miss Wilmot’s face as she rode the pig backwards is something I shall never forget.  Luckily her extra weight brought the poor animal up short and she was deposited on the ground before they reached the river.

“But the thing I will always count as the funniest of all happened after the piglet was back with its brothers and sisters, and its mother was back on her way to join them.

“Young Ian, for that was the boy’s name, was asked what he had thought he was doing.  His response was something along the lines that he had liked the look of the piglet and wanted to take it to bed with him!  He was only a young boy of course, but that finished us all.”

With the story told the mistresses reminded the girls that it was getting late and that it was really heading on for bedtime, so the party broke up as the girls sought their various sleeping quarters.

“Well that was one way to liven up an evening” Tamara remarked quietly.  “When would be the best time to tell me the rest of what happened here?”  She asked out of ignorance of how serious the situation actually had been.

“If you don’t mind Tamara, I’ll leave it until we are not on holiday any more.  It’s not the most pleasant of memories, and it’s one I’d rather forget.”  Len returned.  “There are some other stories of the time we were here of course, which I will gladly tell you, but the one Kathy was referring to was not fun.”  She concluded.

Tamara agreed that in that case it was probably better to leave it there, and the three of them then decided to follow the example of the girls.  And if any of the girls emulated Ted Grantley by dreaming about the story they had been told she was lucky enough not to wake anyone up.

 




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