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At nearby Stonehenge, tanners were unrolling barbed wire to protect their fields against a roving “army of hippies” who had threatened to camp around the prehistoric site.
Some students complained that the stones looked smaller than they appeared in books, but all were fascinated by the mysterious megaliths that had been the subject of one of Mrs. Lynn’s thorough lectures.
The long journey to Devon that took up the rest of the afternoon provided an opportunity for most to catch up on their sleep. Everyone was awake, however, by the time the coach reached the lush patchwork quilt countryside of the West Country.
The late afternoon sun still shone brightly as the bus wound through tree tunnels and hedge rows, past church towers and quaint villages. Some of the children in the bus could be heard repeating with fascination the names of ancient pubs and inns. . .“The Jolly Waggoners,” “The Lamb and Flag,” “The King’s Head,” “The Dog and Pheasant,”...
After passing the towers of Exeter Cathedral, everyone knew that Newton Abbot was near. Before long, the bus pulled into the outskirts of Newton Abbot and then turned and headed out of town again on a different road. After ascending a steep hill and winding through the narrow streets of the village of High Week, the bus came to a stop before what appeared to be a large estate just on the edge of the village.
The group had arrived at its English home, Darracombe Hall. The uniformed staff was on hand to greet the arriving Americans, and Mrs. Nunne, the housekeeper, boarded the bus to proffer an official welcome. The warmth and friendliness of the greeting delighted everyone.
Daracombe Hall is the SealeHayne College’s dormitory complex for its female students during regular term. Entirely self-contained, it is located a mile and a half by country lane from the college itself. Surrounded by a high stone wall, Daracombe includes the large, ivycovered manor house, two dormitories, gardener’s cottage, a tennis court and bam yard. Set in the midst of magnificent rose gardens and ancient trees, Daracombe is a veritable park — manicured and groomed to perfection.
The Lynns, along with the older students, were lodged on the second floor of the manor house, which contains two very adequate classrooms, an oak-panelled dining hall, a large, comfortable common room (with color TV), laundry room and kitchen. The younger boys and Mrs. Lowry were housed in the nearby dormitory called the Annex. (The other dormitory was not in use.)
Every morning, the staff came in to clean and to prepare and serve meals. The meals were prepared under the supervision of the college’s head chef, John Harper, who spared no expense or labor to please his American guests.
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