When I was about 8 (1965) a schoolfriend of mine lived there. His father was Dr Morgan. The Morgans were not brummies and moved in about 1966 to Trumpington in Cambridgeshire. If I remember correctly the house then lay empty. I recall visiting there quite often and even slept over on a few occasions. I can see the bread ovens now, in the walls, and the wide old floor boards. I slept in a large bedroom at the front of the house close to the churchyard and was spooked by the creaking boards and the church bell striking the hours. It was a troubled area even then. The garden was fairly overgrown, but the play equipment installed by the Morgans was tall and from the top I could see that all the garden walls were topped with broken glass to deter intruders. On one trip I accompanied the family to the church fete held in the gardens of a large victorian property which I always thought was the vicarage, but I might be mistaken.