Here in Croydon Hall, Somerset, life is calm, tranquil, quiet. Only it's just the crust on the magma. Beneath the surface, emotions are boiling hot.
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Saturday, December 4, 2010
The palmtree next to Croydon Hall
I'm guessing it was planted by the German Count who owned the place until he had to give it up at the start of World War One. Croydon Hall is a building that forces it's occupants to make place for new occupants every once in a while. It's a natural process.
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