Being roped in

One of my favourite museums has just moved closer

thanks to the extension of the East London Line.

That was an exciting afternoon.

A family affair.

Someone we know was roped in to busk at the last minute

as part of the celebrations.

He hadn't expected the marriage proposal.

I first went to the Geoffrye Museum 
as a child with my primary school.

I was chosen to dress up as a Tudor boy

and invited to step over the rope

into the reconstructed Tudor room.

Beyond the rope I was

no longer a sensible little girl in a brown school uniform,

I was liberated. Reborn. Transformed.

All sense of decorum deserted me and

I stuck my tongue out at a teacher.

Portrait of a Boy - Robert Peake the Elder (1551 - 1619)