I think I'll have a verbal "field day" tomorrow, just to spite these pitiful people.
A farmer friend had a visit from a local historian during the last year, asking if he could photograph and examine the farmhouse. It's a stunning edifice that retains a huge amount of original internal decor, fittings and furnishings. The ceilings are spectacular. He was interested to find out more about the house and so he accommodated the historian's request. He spent half a day taking photos' and notes, then departed.
Weeks passed and he received a phone call telling him that the historian had found out some very interesting information, and could he pop round? He said the farm was originally about 1000 acres, (it's now just over 600). The main house remained largely empty for many years after it was built as the owner (and commissioner of it's build) was abroad a great deal.
He was a cotton trader and had other local properties "bought off the back of cotton slaves" as the historian rather bluntly and accusingly commented. My friend wasn't bothered, history is history, but his wife dreaded the daughter finding out as she has friends who get "excitable to the point of nausea" about such stuff.
To make matters worse, the farmer's son married a few years ago, and as these sort of gentleman farmer people do, his father bought a 300 acre adjoining farm as a wedding present for him and his new wife. The bloody historian only went on to tell him that too had been built for the same cotton trader's family....
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The farmer's wife has managed to keep this from the daughter so far, I believe. The things parents have to worry about these days are bizarre!
When I first met this chap I asked where his land boundaries were, whilst standing upstairs in the farmhouse, with fabulous views all around. "Oh, you can't see them in any direction from up here, they are far beyond where the eye can see, we could go for a drive around if you like and have a couple of hours?". I declined and shuffled off to my piddling little acreage firmly knowing my social place
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