T'is the place to hear terrible accents... It be a blend of ye olde English and Irishish. Volunteer wenches introduced medicinal garden herbs and brewing with hops and barley. The pies weren't real, neither was the wattle and daub (concrete!), however the river view, grassy maze and cottage gardens were very real and rather splendid.
Agecroft Hall was transported from Salford, apparently in Lincolnshire, by local shipping line owner Mr TC Williams Jr, to five minutes from our front door. Virginia House next door was a more charming, earlier stone concoction, though the statuary was in rather poor taste, not to the kids however.
