This is a picture of my school, Ascot Priory, in Berkshire England. It was an Anglo Catholic convent. After the reformation when England became a protestant country, not acknowledging the Pope, England was no longer Roman Catholic but the state religion was called Anglo Catholic.
The door closest in the picture was the main access into the boarding school, where each term we were dropped off until the next vacation. A place of rejoicing for some, tears for others.
At the end of the walkway was Reverend Mother's office where we would go to line up to receive our weekly pocket money on a Saturday morning. She had a horrid boxer dog that lay at her feet and growled at us all the time. We were all quite intimidated by her. She used to be a showgirl but had become a nun in later life.
Once in a while, a relative would come to take us out for the day. We would have to go in our school uniforms, but we would try to stuff our own clothes in a bag and change behind the trees, and leave our uniform under the big tree to the right.
I did not get to go out very often, but my parents where on leave from Iraq, and they were coming to take me out for the day. I was knitting myself a bright bubble gum pink sweater, with a lot of cable stiches and I had hurried to finish it so I could wear it when they came. I had had to work so hard to finish it that the veins in my hands were swollen, but I completed it in time for the day.
I hid it in my bag in order to change at the end of the driveway and told my parents when they arrived what I planned to do. They wouldn't let me, they were so proud of the uniform they said, and I had to leave my lovely sweater under the tree instead.
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