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	The manor house, where the 'nobility' live. When I was a kid (and when I was a drunk adolescent) I used to sneak into the manor gardens at night and play games (hide and seek, tig, etc...) with my mates. I decided to relive the experience this visit, came out of the pub late one night a little worse for wear, snuck into the gardens and slipped on a wet paving stone. I spent my entire holiday with a swollen, very bruised, very painful elbow. Serves me right for being foolish.