On the edge of Cardiff, the capital of Wales, is the National History Museum at St Fagan’s. In the grounds of the museum is the Earl of Plymouth’s 16th century Manor house and home for one of my little sisters, Rhiannon.
Rhiannon, or Rhi (pronounced ree) is a tassel on the Earl of Plymouth’s grand, red and gold, military tunic, but like the rest of the Tassel Dollies magically transforms in to a fun loving dolly; but only when the humans are not watching!
The Earl’s splendid tunic hangs unloved and un-appreciated in a broom cupboard at the back of the Park Keeper’s office but this does not stop Rhi from taking great pride in making the tunic look in ‘tip-top’ condition. After her chores are finished Rhi likes nothing more than to sneak out of the cupboard and over to the farm where she watches the animals playing in the fields.
One February evening, when the Museum staff were just finishing of the preparations for the St David’s day celebrations the following day, Rhi looked down on her days work, she had spent hours polishing the Earls tunic buttons until they gleamed. It was such a shame that the visitors to the museum could not see this uniform, she thought. Just then she could hear one of the gardeners shouting to someone about looking in the cupboard, suddenly the cupboard opened and the gardener’s head poked round the door.
‘Now where is that old broom?’ ‘Ah there it is!’
He grabbed the broom that was leaning against the uniform, Rhi managed to swirl her tassels in an attempt to get noticed and bring attention to the uniform.
Hey! ‘He transferred the broom to his other hand and grabbed the sleeve of the jacket. ‘Nice piece of material’, ‘I wonder whose it is?
With that there was another shout from outside:
‘Where is that broom?
‘Coming!’ the gardener replied.
Letting go of the jacket and quickly slamming the cupboard door shut the beautiful jacket slipped off its hook and fell to the bottom of the cupboard.
‘They’ll never find the tunic now’. Rhi said with a frustrated whimper.
Later that evening, Rhi, was really upset and down hearted.
‘All this work and I am the only one to appreciate this lovely uniform, it should be on display, in pride of place in the Grand Hall, not in this tatty cupboard’ she thought.
Totally dejected Rhi brushed away the outside threads of her tassel to reveal her Welsh national costume. She smoothed her hands down her gleaming white apron and red flannel dress, retying the pretty green ribbon on her skirt she climbed over the jacket and out through the cupboard door. Tonight she would go and see her friends, the farm animals, which included Burt her favourite sheep.
Clambering over the cobbles in the court yard she stopped on the largest cobblestone, looking up to the moon she put her hands up to each side and danced, round and round she twirled, tapping her shinny hobnail boots on the cold hard stone. She felt much happier now!
Bounding across the yard she climbed the chicken wire fence to peer across the moonlit field to the young lambs, most were lying next to there mothers but a few were skipping and jumping up and down, up and down, without rest. Where was Burt she wondered? She climbed to the top of the fence post and called for Burt, silence, she waited a few moments more.
All of a sudden Burt emerged from behind the water trough and came dashing over, unable to stop himself he crashed into the post sending Rhi flying, luckily she managed to grab a clump of Burt’s wool and hung on to his wool back. ‘Yeah!’ She cried with one hand up in the air, this is like riding rodeo! Unfortunately, in his enthusiasm, Burt could not stop himself and crash through the farm fence, right into a newly erected, and very expensive, Papier-mâché Dragon specially prepared for St David’s Day celebrations. Burt came to a hoof screeching stop.
‘Oh, my word Burt’, said Rhi nervously, ‘we’re in trouble now’, ‘quick, the Park Keeper’s office’. Burt and Rhi raced over to hide in the office cupboard just in the nick of time as the footsteps of the museum security men could be heard running round the corner to discover the total devastation.
When Rhi re-told me this story she strangely missed out the details of the huge ‘sheep hunt’ that ensued. Park Wardens, Museum staff and the Brecon Mountain Rescue team were all involved including sniffer sheep dogs. At one point they thought they had found Burt, after a sheep was discovered wandering in Ceadelyn park in Cardiff, but this was a false alarm, it turned out to be a local resident’s pet sheep well known in the area.
Eventually, Burt was found in the Park Keepers’s cupboard, frightened and hungry, he was none the worse for his adventures but strangely, he was found wearing the Earl’s military jacket. Now the jacket and Rhi, of course, reside in pride of place in the Grand Hall but this has not stopped Rhi’s new found pastime of Sheep Rodeo.
Happy Days
Delyth x
