Then the Wind Came: Part Two

   

    Kai bent down and with both hands he pulled up the black coloured bolt that fastened the bottom of the door to the stone lintel. The door remained secure, it was now Olivia's turn to remove another one of the various fasteners that had kept the door in place while the storm raged. She heaved with all her might at the metal bar that was across the middle of the door, but she could not lift it clear of its holder. It thumped back down and as it did so, the rough edge caught the end of Olivia's finger causing her to smart.

    The tear in her skin began to trickle with blood, however, she wasn't planning to give up at the first obstacle that had been put in her way and she repositioned herself to have another go. Without speaking Kai took his place beside her and the two determined juveniles heaved at the bar in unison. This time, it lifted completely clear and swung towards Kai who quickly moved out of its way.

    Olivia and Kai pushed at the door simultaneously, it creaked and then shuddered it wasn't moving anywhere. Kai suddenly realised that they hadn't pulled down the bolt that held the top of the door in situation. He tugged at it hastily, unlike the other, it slid free without much effort and both siblings pushed against the creosoted wood structure. It shuddered again, something on the other side was definitely stopping it from opening.

    Kai kicked the door in frustration and shouted, “Aagh!”

    “Kai, we'll need to get something to use as a battering ram. We can force it together. There's no point of you breaking your toes,” said Olivia licking her congealed, bloodied finger.

    “ There's a wooden fence post down there in the far corner behind all the stuff Gran had put together for the Church Fair,” said Kai. He left his sister's side and began to jump down the flight of stairs two at a time.

    “ Kai, watch what you're doing. Don't go hurting yourself. I'll come and help you carry it up. We need to concert our effort and strength,” said the young boy's sister racing after him down the stairs.

**

    Olivia and Kai  had spent the last two hours thumping at the door and had only succeeded in splintering the wood of the door.

    “It's no use all we've succeeded in doing is exhausting ourselves. Something has fallen against the door on the other side and until someone comes along and moves it we're stuck in here... with Gran,” said Olivia in a trembling voice. The thought of spending more time in the cellar alongside her beloved grandmother's body knowing that it would soon start to decompose filled her with dread. 

    “Help, help, help,” shouted Kai, banging on the door with his fists.

    “What the hell are you doing?” shouted Olivia grabbing hold of her brother's arms.

    “ I can hear someone out there. Listen,”Kai pushed himself free from his sister's hold and pushed her towards the door.

    Olivia put her ear to the door, Kai was correct she could hear something, hopefully, it was a someone outside and not their imagination's playing tricks.

    “Help, help,” shouted the both of them.

    Olivia rattled the little metal handle on the door as she shouted. They could hear things being dragged across the ground, but the noises still seemed to be a little distance away. Suddenly, something scraped across the door, there was shuffling sounds, then the door opened wide. The two siblings nearly falling on top of their rescuer in anticipation of being freed.

    “Thank you, thank you,” said Olivia to the young man who had caught hold of her, narrowly saving her from falling onto a roll of razor wire.

PART THREE DECEMBER 10TH 2015

Then the Wind Came: Part One

Then the Wind Came

    “Olivia what are we going to do now?” sobbed ten-year-old Kai Williams, looking down at the body of his dead grandmother in disbelief.

    “We can't stay in the cellar any longer Bro. We have to go and find Mum and Dad,” said Olivia, taking hold of her younger brother, hugging him into her chest.

    “I mean, what are we going to do with Gran? We can't just leave her here.” Kai pulled himself away from his sister's hold and dropped onto his knees beside the camp bed where his grandmother lay. He gently stroked the dead woman's face and said, “Gran, what should we do?”

Touching Kai's shoulder, Olivia said,“Kai it doesn't matter how many times you speak to her, she isn't going to wake up. You do know that don't you?”

    “ Olivia just because you're seventeen doesn’t mean that you know everything,” said the distressed boy. Jumping to his feet, he turned to face his sibling and he said, “I know we have to leave here, but we have to bury her, give her the best burial we can in the circumstances. And I know she isn't ever going to reply again. Is that you wanted to hear? Well, now you have.”

    “ Listen to me Kai. I love you and until we can find our parents we have to stick together. I'll try and not to be so patronising in the future. How does that sound?”

    “A deal Sis,” Kai kissed Olivia on the cheek and said, “We know the wind has calmed and we can now find a nice spot to bury Gran.”

    Olivia nodded hesitantly, she suddenly felt that as though some kind of role reversal had just taken place. Kai was acting like he was now the elder sibling.

**

    Olivia looked at the set of wooden steps in front of her that led up from the cellar out into the yard. The sound of the high wind had ceased the day before, but Jane Williams the children's grandmother had refused to let them go for help. She had promised her son, their father that she would keep them safe until he came to get them.

    He and their mother were a part of a team of scientists assembled by the government to discuss emergency plans for the predicted weather turmoil they had forecast when Jupiter and Mercury headed for a collision. What they hadn't foreseen was that when the two worlds did collide, high winds then a massive tornado would engulf Earth.

    However, Jane's ill-health hadn't been planned for either and since they had been holed up in the cellar for the last four weeks her asthma attacks had gradually become a regular daily occurrence. Last night the oxygen that Olivia had administered along with her grandmother's medication couldn't save her. Each attack had made her frailer and frailer.

    “ Kai. Where are you going?” asked Olivia.

    “Outside. Or were you just blowing a lot of hot air?” said Kai. He had ascended the steps so quickly that Olivia hadn't really taken in what her brother was doing. Her head was in a spin, she had never felt so confused or alone in her life.

    “Kai, we'll go together,” said Olivia, looking back at her grandmother's cadaver.

    “ Okay. But we need to do it now. We don't know what's happening out there. And the wind could start up again. And then we would get nowhere,” said the boy excitedly.

    The two of them now stood side-by-side facing the heavily secured door that was all that stood between them and what could be a very changed world.

READ PART TWO DECEMBER 6TH

Kingdom of the Scots

St Andrews Castle

    It's the day the blue and white saltire flag is raised to full mast and the songs, Flower of Scotland and I would walk 500-miles by the Proclaimers, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand-up. 

National Museum Scotland, Edinburgh

    Of course, it's November 30th, St Andrew's day; a day that the Scots celebrate being Scottish and all that is Scottish.

Replica of Mary Queen of Scots Tomb

    I'm off to celebrate now, have a great day!

Sir Jackie Stewart's, Tyrell racing car. 

What would RLS Think?

Forth Rail Bridge, Scotland

    We celebrated the life and works of Robert Louis Stevenson the other week and you could say following on from there I'm including some engineering favourites of the Scots.

Falkirk Wheel, Scotland

     Okay, the connection is kind of feeble but the structures most certainly are not and I wonder what RLS's family would think of them.

The new Forth Road Bridge under construction in the forefront 

Book Week Scotland

John Buchan heritage Museum, Peebles

    We know that if an adventure book is well  written the characters come alive on the page and we the reader, are transported into the author's, thrilling world. There are of course writers who do it much better than others and one such author was John Buchan.

Tweed Bridge, Peebles

    The protagonist, Richard Hannay, features in Buchan's books, The 39 Steps, Greenmantle, The Island of Sheep, The Three Hostages and Mr Standfast. The unlikely, action hero has been and still is a favourite in film and on stage, one hundred years after he was created.

Plaques to both John Buchan and sister Anna also a novelist

    Born in Perth, Central Scotland and spending his child-hood-years in Pathhead, Kirkcaldy, Buchan took his fictional character Hannay on his thrilling journey into the Galloway Hills. These hills, surround Peebles a town in the Scottish Borders, where the author holidayed and a plaque can be seen on the wall of the Bank House, in which he stayed along with the other members of his family.

Peebles High Street, Galloway Hills in background

 A couple of weeks ago I went to the Royal Burgh of Peebles, where Buchan is still a local hero and I snapped some photographs so you too, could get a feel of his  charming world. A great place to visit virtually or in reality, Book Week Scotland.

 www.johnbuchanstory.co.uk

The town of Perth, Central Scotland

What a Wonderful World it Could be

    In the early 19th-century in the UK, many of the poorest population were employed in some way or another in the textile mills. The work was not restricted to adults, but children as young as the age of five worked alongside their mothers, as well as orphans. There were no infant schools or creches for the children, just sweat shops and a life of hard labour, working in excess of 12 hours per day.

The Institution for the Formation of Character (School)

    Robert Owen, a mill manager from Wales knew that the use of children in the mills was wrong and believing that the future of society evolved around them he wanted to change this cruel practice.

    After marrying a Scottish girl, Owen moved to New Lanark, Scotland, where he became the manager of his father-in-law's mill. This is where he put his beliefs into action, he removed the children from the factory floor into schools he had built for the worker's children.
    Schools were a rarity, his nursery and infant schools were the first of its kind, a place where the children could learn and play and their mother's could go to work knowing that their children were out of harms way.

Falls of the Clyde, New Lanark

    His vision didn't stop at schools, he envisaged a community where all were treated as equals and he went about building a model village in New Lanark. Social housing was provided for the mill workers, a shop where they could buy reasonably priced food, and a fund set-up for health-care. It was a place where families could work, live in safety and generally enjoy life together.

Cotton Mill, New Lanark

    Robert Owen, who some saw as an idealist, set about trying to make it a perfect world to live in and he took his ambitious plans to Indiana, US. Here he purchased the town of Harmonie, renaming it New Harmony, however, he returned to the UK, having failed to develop his plan successfully there.

Robert Owen's Home, New Lanark

    He wrote essays on the 'New View of Society' and the 'Principle of the Formation of the Human Character' on which his ideals were based and his conception of what a wonderful world it could be.

Plan of New Lanark

Robert Owen 1771-1858  http://www.newlanark.org/     #UniversalChildrenDay

Society's Door

    Last month was 'National Bullying Month' in the US and in the UK this week 16th-20th November its anti-bullying week. Unfortunately, bullies don't confine their unpleasant activities to the month of October or a week in November they come out to torment every day, 365 days a year.

    This subject is something that is very close to my heart, as I was a victim of bullying. Bullies, as we know like to pick on someone they know or think won't retaliate to their taunting. You're singled out because there may be something that they identify as a weakness, or just because you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. You may come across them in school, the neighbourhood you live in or happen to journey on the number 39 bus alongside them.

    In my case, my encounter with my bully was at school and I had two characteristics that were a bully's dream come true, one being I was overweight,  the other being that I had a speech disorder. I can say 'was' and 'had' because they no longer apply, however at the time it was going on, I spent many tearful days and nights. Trying to ignore the jibes, the punches and bad jokes made at my expense wasn't always easy.

    Luckily for me I could talk to my family, teachers and with the support they gave me I realized that whether I stuttered or not, this bully would be a bully anyway. Bullies now have more ways in which they can connect with their victims and as much as I think the cyber world is great, it most definitely has incredibly bad points.

    I don't think bullies are going to be eradicated in the near future, thankfully though for their victims there are many more registered charities, organizations, specialist groups now, who can help those affected.  Awareness lets victims know that they no longer need  to make their journey alone and the bullies hopefully one day will accept that the door of society isn't open to them unless they change their ways. 

http://www.bullying.co.uk/
https://bulliesout.com/
www.childline.org.uk
http://anti-bullyingalliance.org.uk/
http://www.pacerteensagainstbullying.org/

#antibullyingweek

If you liked this post you may also like 'Sticks and Stones' my blog post, October 26th, 2012.