'Dear Thrumpton, how I miss you tonight,' wrote George Seymour in 1944, when he was aged twenty-one. But the object of his affection was not a young woman, but a house - ownership of which was then a distant dream.

George Seymour did eventually acquire Thrumpton Hall, a beautiful country house in Nottinghamshire, and it was in this idyllic home that Miranda Seymour grew up. However, her upbringing was far from idyllic, as life revolved around her father's capriciousness. Thrumpton Hall took priority, and everything else was secondary, even his wife. Until, that is, the day when George Seymour took to riding powerful motorbikes around the countryside clad in black leather in the company of a young male friend.

Had he taken leave of his senses? Or finally found them? And how did this sea-change affect his wife and daughter?

Published by W F Howes Ltd

ISBN-9781407430560