Life at Edmondthorpe 



Edmondthorpe a few come prominently to my mind as their 

 especial cronies. 



That ever-genial and fine sportsman Lord Lonsdale and his 

 Lady; Elizabeth Lady Wilton and her husband Mr. Arthur 

 Pryor, both enthusiastic followers of hounds; Mr. and Mrs. 

 Blair ; Mr. and Mrs. Baird ; Mr. and Mrs. Gretton ; Mr. and 

 Mrs. Cecil Chaplin and their sons; the ever-cheery Uncle 

 Clayton and his son Greville ; Mr. and Mrs. Dick Fenwick ; 

 Mr. and Mrs. Max Angus — Mr. Angus being especially helpful 

 in the friendliest manner to my brother in the selection of 

 horses for the Cottesmore Hunt — then their nearest neigh- 

 bours; Mr. and Mrs. John Grenfell of Wymondham, than 

 whom none felt my brother's death more keenly. Mr. John 

 Grenfell is now fighting for his country, his twin brothers, 

 grand all-round sportsmen both, having made the great sacrifice 

 in the early days of the war. 



[Note by M. E. R., 19 19. — Since writing this, I am happy 

 to say, now the war is over, Mr. John Grenfell is safely restored 

 to his family.] 



Comfort in the house only would not have contented my 

 brother and his wife ; the four-footed ministers to their one 

 great pleasure must have fitting quarters, and in every respect 

 the Edmondthorpe stables answered to these requirements. 

 After the Elizabethan days, the present Edmondthorpe Hall 

 Stables had been a brewery, at a more recent date con- 

 verted into spacious, lofty, well-drained stabling, with a 

 grass-centred yard large enough to contain, as no doubt it 

 had done in the days of old, 200 to 300 men at arms, and 

 in later humdrum times, any amount of lumbering brewery 

 waggons. 



It was ideal stabling for owners as well as for their four- 

 footed dependants, a convenient side door in the encircling 



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