Tonight I sat in the morbid manor grounds next door and watched my daughter cycle just as I did at her age. OK maybe when I was a child we went more off road and got told off for churning up the pathways... Anyway this property still feels as morose as it did 40 years ago during my childhood. A cold westerly evening wind blew aimlessly across the lawns as the lowering sun started to silhouette the large stone gate posts. The house is in decline. Its current occupants haven't much time left as one will depart this earth soon. Misery has plagued these grounds stemming from the times of slavery. In fact this property was the last in the UK to abolish it, and only did so when it became illegal.
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