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Needwood The place meant so much to many, in so many ways, to different people. A macrocosm of dreams, a plethora of hopes and a haven of memories. A magnificent hall, which was secluded by a large beautifully, landscaped park. And in the grounds were lakes and a host of different coloured rhododendrons and there were romantic gravel paths that led to many areas of the woodland and lakes.
The breeze carried the freshest of nature’s fragrance all around the grounds and the hall was draped in climbing danse du feu and blue wisteria. The small out buildings hid many secrets. Now there are just faint echoes of children playing long ago. As the song goes"Those were the days my friend"