| An advertisement in the local parish newsletter | | | | request? |
| brought unexpected results for a Worcestershire | | | | So in they all marched and what a delight it was |
| Bed and Breakfast owner. | | | | to become acquainted with the history of the |
| Aware that her 200 year old home was steeped | | | | house. |
| in history the bed and breakfast owner did not | | | | Mrs. P. had been the only girl in a family of seven |
| expect this history to come alive in the form of a | | | | and spoke fondly of her time at Colliers Hill. Her |
| visitation from three generations of a local | | | | brothers had worked on the farm whilst her |
| farming family shortly after breakfast one sunny | | | | mother and herself had cooked and cleaned. |
| spring morning. | | | | A chore she didn't enjoy was the polishing of the |
| In a world of her own, quietly washing up at the | | | | wooden floors, which are now thankfully tiled or |
| kitchen sink, relieved that satisfied guests had just | | | | carpeted. |
| driven down the drive, and looking forward to | | | | After a very interesting and emotional morning of |
| putting her feet up to read the papers...when | | | | reminiscing I waved the family off expecting |
| there was a knock on the back door.... | | | | never to see them again. |
| No new guests had booked in, friends usually just | | | | However, a couple of days later I received a |
| walked in, so who could it be? | | | | thank you card containing some old photos of the |
| There was a large car full of people in the drive | | | | house and a request from Mr. and Mrs. P. and her |
| and a young boy with an older man, she | | | | family to celebrate their Ruby Wedding at Colliers |
| presumed to be his father, standing looking rather | | | | Hill. |
| sheepish at the door. | | | | I was delighted and honoured to organise such an |
| The little boy blurted out that his granny was in | | | | event, the highlight being the celebration meal on |
| the car and they would really like to come into | | | | the Saturday evening. |
| look at the house because she had lived here | | | | A feast to remember when old and young alike |
| when she was a girl just after the second world | | | | shared their memories over several glasses of |
| war. | | | | wine, bringing the history of the house alive for |
| What self respecting landlady could refuse such a | | | | future generations to appreciate. |