While working in Hertfordshire about forty years ago I came across a postcard of the home of a great, great uncle of mine. The name of the house was Garston Manor and it looked rather grand. We knew my relation had known George V and mixed in royal circles. We also knew that after his death, most of his money had been frittered away by various nephews and the house was sold and later demolished.
I lost sight of the postcard - until recently, when it was found at the back of an old photo album.
I've now had it framed and plan to use the image in a painting I hope to do in the future.
A painting with a moral, obviously.
I lost sight of the postcard - until recently, when it was found at the back of an old photo album.
I've now had it framed and plan to use the image in a painting I hope to do in the future.
A painting with a moral, obviously.
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