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Having spent a fairly wet, Bank holiday monday, walking around Rufford Park. I found myself lost in thought about the place. I remember going to a big park, with a great ruin, when I was very little and had come up north for a holiday. I also remember not going for a long time, in between the trip as a kid with, Nannar and Grandad and me, moving up north, in search of fame and fortune. I had somehow fused the park and it's ruined Abbey into a location I believed to be, Clumber park, another place not so far away.  It was the first time I went to Rufford, with the girl who became my wife that my memories returned and I realised that the 'ruined building' I remembered but could not place was actually, Rufford Abbey at Rufford Park. It was a happy memory I held as a kid, a place I seem to remember with joy. There is something quite wondrous about the building. On this Bank Holiday for some reason I found myself wondering what the actual history to the place was.  To try an

What began as an inspiration from the BBC radio programme, good reads, that swiftly metamorphosed into a literary quest to read all the Agatha Christie, ' Hercule Poirot'   'novels', in Chronological order, is, like the books themselves, beginning to reach its conclusion. In Poirot parlance, the suspects are presently gathering in the drawing room, as our 'Egg headed, Belgian, ex-policeman, enters to begin his initial declamation to the assembled witnesses of his, 'methodical' and 'orderly' genius. I am currently only six books from facing, 'The Last Curtain' (both literally and Literary speaking - and yes, this is a pun. You can laugh...now!). It has been a long and, at times, arduous a journey since those halcyon October days in 2013 when this whole project grew from the origins of the 'A,B,C murders' discussed on the radio on the drive home from work.  Yet, the end now is in sight for both Poirot and myself. I have been thinki