Posted by Viv Wilson on 3rd September 1985 in Early Days | hoar cross hall,motor racing,bmx,servants,meynell,spooky,blog,victorian,GP 2,<span class='highlight'>hotelspan>,spa,burton
MOVING ON - <
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span> so we come to the end of my story. My dad <
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span> Gavin moved out to live in Burton <
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span> my mum carried on running Mediaeval Banquets for a few more years. She <
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span> the singer eventually got together much to my dad’s chagrin. He spent a lot more time at the Hall helping my mum run the banquets; however, Piers didn’t really get on with him. When he was about 14 years old my dad received a phone call from Piers – he had run away from home <
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span> was ringing from the phone box by the Meynell Arms car park! He told my dad that he was hiding behind a bush <
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span> could he come <
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span> get him. Of course, my dad was only too happy to fetch him <
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span> get...