My maternal grandparents came from at least 400 years of south Dorset stock. Here they seem to have just come out of hiding after years underground. Maybe they hadn't seen a camera before. I don't think she ever set foot outside Dorset. He was a hansom cab driver I think.

My paternal grandmother had over 400 years of Dorset heritage too - which doesn't mean that she knew how to have fun on the beach. My paternal grandfather's ancestors for centuries lived in the Coventry area. He came to Dorset (Bovington) as a soldier and never returned north. He was good at sport and drinking, getting banned from the odd pub (allegedly). He was a pipelayer - he dug holes. He smoked to the bitter end.
In short, I have an inauspicious family tree. More interesting are the "uncles" who don't appear in the official family tree, adopted at birth by a relative (a fact that they weren't always aware of until adulthood). One of them had a piano and started sing-alongs when we visited. His wife had a strong Spanish accent - they met in the war. They, more than my other relatives, have been source material for me.
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