After supper this evening, around thirty intrepid girls braved the increasingly heavy rain to play a game of German spotlight. It takes more than a light drizzle to deter this lot. In fact it was only the thunder and lightning (as well as the passage of time and the ringing of the bell) that brought their game to an end. As you can see, the fact that they resembled drowned rats did not dampen their spirits in the slightest.
The boy, in case you were wondering, is the Headmaster's son.