When I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time at Tenchleys Manor, the then home of one of my childhood friends, Alexia. I lived in a fairly old house myself on Trevereux Hill, but was in awe of the size, age and history of this ancient Manor House. It seemed enormous and spooky to me, then. It’s still huge of course, but not quite as spooky…at least during the day;)
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