My wonderful husband took me away for a surprise two night mini-break out of London this weekend. This was to celebrate our secret wedding anniversary as it is the anniversary of when we were legally married even though our actual wedding took place a few months later. This was delayed so that we could get the venue we wanted but that is a story for another post.
We stayed at a luxury hotel in a manor house called Rhinefield House which is in New Forest in Hampshire. It is located deep in the New Forest National Park surrounded by the biggest redwood trees I have ever seen. The whole setting looks like something out of a Hans Christian Anderson fairytale. However, the story behind this incredible property is far from a fairytale. The land on which the house was built passed into the hands of the Walker family in the 1880s. When the only daughter of the family got engaged to be married her father gave her, as an engagement gift, the then enormous sum of £250,000 to build a family home with. The daughter and her husband barreled their surnames to became Mr and Mrs Walker-Munro and as you can see they built a rather grand abode.
I always find it kind of funny that the English refer to this type of structure as a 'house' - I once read that Buckingham Palace was originally called Buckingham House.
But before the house was even built the air was already awash with the scent of problems to come. Mrs Walker-Munro commissioned that the house would contain, in addition to the master suite, four additional bedrooms for the four daughters she wished to bear. As fate would have it she gave birth to a son and was subsequently told she would not be able to conceive again. This led to her having great contempt for her poor little boy and he is said to have been brought up by servants and sent off to boarding school at a very young age.
Clearly in those dark days before cognitive behavioural therapy and anti-depressants no one could send this dastardly woman to therapy to remedy her pathological ways. When the son grew up he emigrated to Kenya - probably in an attempt to leave the rainy isle of England with its memories of his cruel childhood behind him. He went on rather ironically to have four sons.
But the sordid saga continues because when she died Mrs Walker-Munro (aka Mummy Evilness Bitch) tried to write her son out of his inheritance. Luckily this plan backfired and by trying to change her will she left her self essentially without one. Her son was thereby able to get back control of the house after her death. After his death his widow lost control of the house due in part to crippling death duties. The house was later both a boy's boarding school and a property used by MI5 for training sleuths before being turned into a hotel.
While sleeping in our marvelous room I did for a minute wonder if the frustrated ghost of Mrs Walker-Munro scrapes its fingernails down the wallpaper still feeling rather sorry for herself...