It played out like something out of a children’s detective novel…
Three days running we would find wine glasses broken at the bar and no one was admitting guilt. The service staff were completely dumbfounded as to what the cause was of the breakages.
The days had been eerily still with not a breath of air, so we could safely rule out wind!
One afternoon I sat having lunch when crash…
I jumped up and ran to see what had happened. What was the cause? Who was it that seemed to thrive on the sound of shattering glass? But I found nothing. Did JAWAI have a ghost I wondered to myself?
I decided to call into action one of my trusty camera traps. I set it up to take a picture and then to film. I wanted to catch the glass-breaker red handed. I positioned the camera on the bar counter so that any movement would trigger the shutter. I hid it in amongst a stack of books so that one could barely notice it. Like a hidden spy my camera trap clicked away.
The following afternoon, after sweeping away the remains of yet another glass, I inserted the memory card into my computer…
I solved the mystery of the broken wine glasses. The culprit, or rather culprits were going ‘nutty’ at the bar.
Written by Adam Bannister