I just spent an interesting couple of hours at Whitwick historical society, which is located in the old railway station hut, and is run by several lovely, helpful ladies. They were making me laugh with some of their own historical familal anecdotes. One was telling me about an old female relative who had somewhat haughty pretensions and made out she was something special, but on her birth certificate it said, ‘born in a caravan in squalor’ and she was mortified when someone found out, and it subsequently became common knowledge.
Picked up some interesting information on:
That should keep me busy for a while.
To cut a long story short: