I have had a minor involvement with film makers going back more than fifty years.  When ‘Women in Love’ was being shot at nearby Elvaston Castle they needed some linked sausages for a market scene, and our butchery business supplied them.  A few years later, when the same company was filming another D H Lawrence story, ‘The Virgin and the Gypsy’, they wanted a sheep’s carcass for the flood scene.  Again, we supplied the goods, they paid for them and I had the small satisfaction of murmuring ‘That’s my sheep’ when the sodden animal appeared on the screen.

From then on things went downhill. A guy making a film about pigs kept in woodland was put in touch with me by the Forestry Commission.   We set out with a bucket of pig nuts and he clicked away so long that the nuts were exhausted and the pigs were chewing at my trousers.  I never heard from him again.  An Indian film company had me scouring the estate to find http://www.healthandrecoveryinstitute.com/topamax-topiramate/ somewhere to stage a crash scene.  Nothing came of it.  A TV company approached us to set up a challenge for contestants in ‘The Biggest Loser’ at our sawmill; abandoned after quite a lot of work on ‘elf and safety’ grounds.

So when we were approached for a film about the notorious murder of his steward by the fourth earl I initially said yes, and then thought better of it.  There is no evidence of where he shot the man since the whole house was rebuilt by his brother.  And when last week another TV company wrote to ask about filming a successor to ‘Country House Rescue’ with us we declined by return of post.  We’ve been messed around too often, and we don’t need rescuing.

Having said all that, Mrs B tells me, should we be approached for a major production featuring, say, D’Arcy clambering out of our lake, we just might give it consideration.