Yeah, very, very much so. I mean, we, we had, when we’d, obviously from the time I can remember, I was in this village to the north of London with, and it was the house we lived in called the Rectory was one of those lovely Georgian, completely unhealable houses, beloved of Jane Austen novels. You know, you, you’ll see them on these sort of Sunday night, you know, BBC documentaries, very much of that large house built 200 years before old stables and all of that. But had about 10 acres of land called the glee land, G-L-E-B-E, that went with any, any parsonage in Victorian. And earlier times, of course, the youngest son of the lord of the manor typically went into the church. The oldest son managed the estate when father died. But the youngest son went into the church. So very often they were quite substantial houses and with land adjacent, big gardens, mother was a keen gardener.
