An Adventure

A Memory of Upper Arley.

My sister and I, Pam and Pat Haworth, were at Arley untill it closed in 1952. This happened due to water pipes supplying the Castle burst, and it was too expensive to re place them. I do remember after this happened we were set the task of getting water from the stream in front of the Castle!
I am sure my love of the countryside was fostered here. The smell of the Arbouretum in Autumn, the trees "ship" and "puddles", the later from which, was a beautiful view down to the River Severn. The sound of crows and rooks in the trees.
Inside the Castle was another adventure, midnight feasts in the tower, imagining prisoners in the cellar, checking out the bats in the stables, which were strictley out of bounds. I am sure I must have done some work here, but I can't remember.
My first Dormatory was "Worldsend", above the Gym, Then "York". Night times were always full of chatter, until we froze in our beds with the bang on the door and the Prefect's sharp voice,"No talking". I also remember the chilblains, the long stone corridors, huddling round the fire in the junior common room toasting bread, the dressing up cupboard in the corner.
I would love to hear from anyone who was there at the same time, especially Kay Vale as she was then, we were invited to her parents' farm across the river. I have such lovely memories of time spent with them.