Maytrees min, mrs maytrees and I, decided to visit the National Trust's Hatchlands Park last Tuesday.
Although we had been there some years ago with the grandchildren, that visit was in high summer and the house grounds and restaurant then were packed, as were the car parks including the overflow car park. On this occasion, midweek in March, the small car park, house, gardens and restaurant, were almost empty.
When last at Hatchlands then with small children, we decided against entering the house. On this occasion with no grand children to mind, we were pleased to enter the house itself.
Of particular visual interest was the collection of very old musical instruments, particularly pianos and organs.
Perhaps of even greater interest than the old and ancient key board musical instruments, was one of the volunteers. He remarked on my accent suggesting that I might have enjoyed living in the house. His own parents came from Cheapside in the City. He could not believe that mine were cockney from the East End's Whitechapel and Bethnal Green.
Subsequently considering family accents with mrs maytrees, we concluded that only my late father had what might almost be described as an East End of London accent though years of time spent with the Royal Air Force probably resulted in his accent nearly harmonising with that of other officers. My older brother and sisters like myself probably had accents resulting from post WWII boarding school education particularly whilst dad was posted to Cologne.
In any event, The Hatchlands Park restaurant being almost empty, we sat outside in the sunshine for an enjoyable lunch together.