This is the corner in the back of the house where I was born where I spent hours and hours...it looks slightly overgrown now, but the memories are still quite bright. You can see how close to the house the church is...were you to dig down under this room with the tiny window you'd come upon a secret underground passage from our house to the church, used by monks centuries before in an effort to evade the cruel soldiers of Oliver Cromwell!
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Looks lovely Maman. Do you think I could get Uncle Michael to make me another plate of Marston Magna Manor? Or are there extras somewhere? You know how Emi's broke? Well, it was actually mine...
I have one for you, Soe, I just have to find it! It won't have you name on it though, that's the only sadness... :(
I dont even have one :( mine was looked after by Mum and Dad until I had my own place and had dissapeared when I did...
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