The house was built in the Old Queen’s time for an Elizabethan pirate who was knighted for the plunder he brought home. It survived many eras and many reigns – it saw the passing of Cromwell and the Civil War.  It  was rescued by an illiterate woman farmer, became rich with an Indian Nabob and poor with a twentieth century hotelier.  Children, both heirs and bastards, were born there. It had ghosts, legends and a history that grew stranger with every generation. Never be put off by the covers of any book by Norah Lofts.  She always told a wonderful story, no matter what time period she had chosen.