I have been prompted by the correspondence with my hitherto unknown cousin Ben Heywood (see comments) to take an interest in the life of my grandfather Hubert. I realise how little I know about him. He died in 1950 before I was born. My mother used to say he was a saintly character and there was always an implied contrast to his wife Muriel, who used to wear a hat for dinner. He spent nearly his entire adult life as the vicar of All Saints, Waldershare, a church in rural east Kent which was declared redundant in 1980. As far as I understand it, his only parishioner was the Earl of Guilford. An enthusiastic freemason, he sent my father to Winchester, but educated my aunt Margaret at home. She got a first class degree in English so the education must have been good.