This isn't quite the end of the story, the new owner turned out to be the nephew of Ian Flemming (writer of the James Bond novels). He was a very strange person to look at to my young eyes as he'd been seriously burned when the light aircraft he was flying caught fire. Because of this, he always wore a baseball cap to hide his disfigured face. He must have overstretched his finances buying Copse Hill as he soon hatched a plot to burn down the stables and claim the insurance money. Trouble was, it took him so long to douse the place with petrol that by the time he lit the match, much of the petrol had vaporised causing a mighty explosion which blew a door out catching him on the back of the head and killing him instantly. It may have been straight out of one of his uncle's book's, but unfortunately the plot didn't work in real life.