We are spending the weekend with the Caravan Club at Martinborough Village Camping. We woke up this morning to find everything covered in tendrils of mist, giving an ethereal feel to the landscape.
The mist had lifted a little when we went into the township later in the morning. Martinborough has a strong family connection on my maternal side. Our mission was a visit to the Martinborough Hotel to try and track down a photo of my Great-grandfather James Green which we knew had been displayed in these premises. After a bit of searching we found it.
James Green, Bootmaker, established his business in 1878 and “was favoured with a large share of the Martinborough patronage, keeping really good stocks of boots and shoes”. Many of my Green relatives lived here in Martinborough and are buried in the two local cemeteries. The older cemetery is quite close to the Motor Camp, and we visited it several years ago with my cousin Brian looking for family tombstones. The later cemetery is on the other side of town and this is where my maternal grand-mother Sarah is buried alongside her first husband. It was good to catch up with a bit of family history on this misty morning.
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