January 19, 2005

Holiday moment

One of the features (!) of our wee bach
is a cracked and held together by sellotape front window.

Another of the features of our wee bach
is a (large)tin shed, upside down, in front of the front window.
(That’s the window with the view of the mountains).

On arrival we decided the shed had to go.
We suspect it hadn’t always been there
– upside down in front of the window,
and pondered three possible reasons for it’s presence there…
1. It had been somewhere else and blew away and was caught and put there in a semi-sheltered sort of way.
2. It was protecting the cracked window from being blown in by NW wind
3. (Insert previous owners name) simply didn’t care that it was obstructing his gorgeous view.

So we moved it.
And suddenly we could see out the window – a great bonus!

Anyway
Our last night at the bach
the wind comes up – a mighty nor-wester –
which if you know canterbury winds, you will know!

It gathers strength and warmth as it comes down the southern alps and across the canterbury plains. For any geographers out there is it a classic fohn-effect wind.

And it arrived.

Strongly, noisily.

Steve and I were reading, the kids were asleep.

I looked out at the (cracked) window which we were reflected in, and noticed that our image in the window was moving in a slightly alarming manner – the window was moving in the wind. More specifically, half of the window was moving, the other half was more stationery.

Hmm.

I tend to be more cautious about such things,
so when Steve said, “Do you think we should put the shed back?”
I was up and out quick as a flash.

So we humped the shed back into place.

And opened the door.

no

We tried to open the door.

Snibbed shut.
Locked.
Locked out.
Us out, kids in.

No key out
Kids sleeping in.

Checked the windows
All tightly closed.

Started banging on the girls window.
Loudly
Calling (above the noise of the wind)
Listening.

Eventually Shannon woke up.

“Come to the window. It’s Mum”
Calls I, in my best “This is NOT a dream voice”.

She appears
bemused, sleep-fuddled

Me – you need to open the door
We’re locked out

Shannon – Nod, drops curtain, disappears

Me – moves to next window, hoping to see Sh coming through

Nothing

Flashback to Christmas Eve when my sister and I woke the girls for the 11pm service. Got Shannon out of bed. Let her go for a moment and she climbed back up the ladder to her top bunk and snuggled back under the covers…

No, no, no!

Me – more urgently, Shannon you need to let us in, open the front door (Actually the only door, but not a time to worry about specifics)

And she appeared. Our wee saving-angel.

Letting us in, saving us from a night outside
– in the upside down shed! –

And she stayed up with us for a little while, reading on the sofa,
looking at the view of the shed.

Posted by Lynne Taylor at 10:22 AM
Comments

Welcome home! You have this incredible ability to tell a story in such a way that the reader feels a part of it. Really enjoyed reading about your shed, window and the lock-out!!

Posted by: Karen at January 20, 2005 3:34 pm

Whew. Nice save Shannon. I echo Karen’s comment – a well written story.

Posted by: Paul Fromont at January 21, 2005 10:02 am

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