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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks for welcoming this back so nicely :-)

There was a clipping from a magazine pinned up in the fundraising area, an interview with a famous character actress, Jane Carew. Lucy was surprised to see that Dame Carew lived nearby, and had done for many years. She wasn't sure why she was surprised, other than Jane Carew was such a well known name. Somehow that sort of actress was so very English she expected them to live in London or in an old mansion in the countryside.

The article was mainly about her latest role in a period drama, but mentioned the Sanatorium as a cause Dame Carew campaigned for and always used as her charity of choice on reality shows. The photo showed her smiling alongside another actor, Felix Maybeard who also campaigned for the San, reportedly donating 15% of his salary to the free bed scheme. There were some very unsubtle questions asking about her relationship with him, since they appeared in productions together so often, but Dame Carew apparently laughed the idea away and said that he was far too young for her, and was just a good friend.

Lucy squinted at the picture of the two of them together and wondered why the very fair man with huge beard seemed so familiar. She hadn't seen him in anything, she was sure, since he seemed to be primarily a Shakespearian actor with occasional roles in american films and television shows, none of which she recognised.

It hadn't yet occurred to her that with a name like that he might be yet another Maynard, but when she looked him up on the internet later that night she realised it was the family resemblance she was seeing, and Maybeard was only a stage name. She laughed at herself later, realising she had been standing next to the man's twin sister and not made the connection. For now she contented herself with reading the article and moving on to the rest of the noticeboard.

There was a new copy of the poster Lucy saw on every noticeboard in this area.

TUBERCULOSIS - Not a disease of the past...
3 or more symptoms ? Think outside the type - avoid late diagnosis.
:With or without cough:
:Unresolving flu-like symptoms:
:Weight Loss:
:Night sweats:
:Unresolving swollen glands:
:High temperature of unknown origin:
:Loss of appetite:
Any questions ring the Bettany Trust hotline, or visit www.Bettanytrust.com

Her mother said she'd seen a similar poster in hospitals in the UK. Apparently the risk of TB had been considered so low in recent decades that it was easily missed, but the risk was increasing in recent years. The TB ward was in another part of the sanatorium, so Lucy didn't know much about it at all. She had overheard conversations with the staff about how many more rooms were having to be reopened in recent years, and how the San was recruiting for a new TB consultant. Dr Maynard's father had been the last full time TB specialist in the San, and he had died several years before. Since then there had been mainly doctors with mixed specialities, although apart from small teams in the Maternity and Accident and Emergency department their special interests were always Lung and Heart disease. The reputation for excellence in TB had remained, in part due to the continued work done in the developing world by the English branch of the San, and the requests for treatment were suddenly coming from all over Europe.

To the side of the clipping were more of the usual advert cards. Lucy had seen some of them in a few places around the Platz, and knew most of the people involved by sight now. Most of the adverts rarely changed, with health and beauty treatments, odd jobs and plumber's cards side by side. For some reason, Lucy had noticed, the postcards rarely stayed in the same place. It might be that the cafe staff moved them in their boredom, but Lucy wondered sometimes whether the owners of the cards were changing the position, fighting amongst themselves for the the most noticeable spots. As yet she had never been in the cafe when a postcard was moved, but the boredom of her days passed better with wondering each day whether today she would catch someone in the act, and have an answer to the mystery.

Only one thing seemed to have been updated, the faded old picture of an old inn had disappeared. There had been a battered postcard there with a "We are still open during the renovations" note hand written on it, and it was one of the few postcards that rarely moved. Now it had been replaced by a double sized professionally printed glossy card. The image from the old postcard was still on it, as part of the logo, but the rest was far clearer and brighter than any of the others.

Lucy knew there quite mixed views on this Auberge, depending on which Platz resident was talking, and sensed that it had been a hotly debated bit of news in this little community. From all that she could tell from local newsletters and overheard conversations, the Auberge had been a major draw for tourists in days gone by, but fallen into disrepair and lost business when the last owner had died, her English relatives having very little interest in it.
A local company called 'Pfieffstar Catering' owned the old inn site now, and until recently hadn't made many changes. However the next generation of the family had now taken the reins, and a few years earlier had put in for permission for a much larger and more modern building to be added onto the facade of the original inn.

As Lucy read the new advert, she wondered how big the Aubgere had been before, since the number of "attractions" seemed huge. She liked the sound of a museum and guided tours of the area, but wondered slightly at the sound of the "Echoing with excitement at every corner!" 3D interactive exhibit and film, and hang gliding simulator ride. Not that she objected to that sort of thing, but it seemed a bit strange to her to go halfway up a mountain and then do something inside.

She knew there had been campaigns against it and several objections. There was a lot of concern the area would become busier with a tourist attraction like this nearby. Similar regions nearby had become more and more developed, starting with new roads and buildings for the tourists, and the peace, wildlife and sense of community had gone forever. Lucy hoped that wouldn't happen here, as it was a very gentle place, with a quiet almost timeless atmosphere. She hadn't yet been to visit the Auberge, but she knew that many among the Platz residents considered it theirs, an extension of their own community.

On the other side of the debate was the fact that the area depended hugely on tourist trade for the local economy, and this would help a lot of the younger families be able to afford to stay in the area. There was always a supply of literary J M Bettany tourists, but they tended to be on the frugal side, and didn't have enough spare money to be spending on higher priced goods, although "M&M's" the local bookshop and internet cafe always did well. The owners (yet another set of twins, male and female this time) always made Lucy laugh, as they bickered amicably between them, as each of them sat on opposing sides of the debate. They clearly adored each other despite the arguing and they never seemed to mind if she sat in the cafe part for hours without buying anything.

The global recession had meant many people being forced to move down to the cities to find work, and those among the supporters of the new tourist scheme that hoped it would allow their families to stay in the area or even be able to move back. There was a real shortage of housing on the Platz and affordable properties were hard to find. She had overheard Felicity Maynard saying ruefully that it wasn't helped by the fact that quite a few of them, herself included had become household names over the years. Any one celebrity living nearby tended to increase desirability of an area, having a few all together made things even worse. Rich British and American people bought second homes in the area, pricing the locals out and causing huge frustration when they often only used the houses a few months of the year.

"Time to go, Lucy"

Her mother's voice suddenly from behind her, and she turned, surprised that she was back so quickly. No explanation was forthcoming, and she could tell that Mum was in no mood for questions, so she gathered her belongings and followed her out of the hospital, nodding goodbye to people as they went. The San was far smaller and friendlier than most hospitals Lucy had been to in England, and they had come to know many of the regular staff quite well.
Chapter End Notes:
The poster is lifted nearly word for word from an NHS poster I saw recently in an X ray department.

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