Lord Benslow smiled. He had had so many happy memories here.
It was his house, but it had always been a house of music, home to flocks of orchestras.
He knew his song was ending. He felt it, in his bones. He wondered what to do with the house. Why not leave it to music? Why not let it take root.in melody, to blossom in harmony? Why not let it flourish into a haven for song, a secret garden of chords?
Yes, he mused, as he began to play, one last time. It shall be an eternal house of music.
Christopher over 2 years ago
I'd never heard of it so I looked it up. Very interesting place.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Well I live just a few miles from Hitchin (a lovely market town) and up until now I had never heard of Benslow. Next time I’m in the town I will check it out.