My granfer was a farmer and his house was a Jacobean (built in 1640something) town house - very up and coming because the Victorian owner (probably something to do with the Earl of Ilchester who owns the village) put the toilet inside! It was in a room totally devoid of any other item, but with a window that perfectly framed the chapel on the hill behind the village.

It may not have been mahogany, but it was a beautiful dark red wood, polished by the bums of the gentry who probably once used the house as a shooting lodge. It was called 'Town Farm' but the milking parlour was a good 1/2 mile away and there were never animals in the yard, unless it were the horses.

LTS