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 cottages,  the  oldest  being  the  Cruck  Cottage,  was  about  to  enter  the  most      OBITUARIES
 dramatic and exciting period in its history.

 Ernest Debenham was very much an idealist, with a practical imagination.  The   Eventually  this  work  dried  up,  and  new  avenues  were  needed.  A
 dream he had when he bought Affpuddle Farm, Briantspuddle Farm, Rogers Hill   local introduced Dad to wood burning stoves. After a drive to South
 Farm and Turnerspuddle Farm, together with land in surrounding villages was far   Wales to visit an importer of Norwegian Wood burners, we took on an agency
 ahead of its time. It was to create a totally self-sufficient agricultural enterprise.    to sell and install these stoves. The demand for these stoves grew, and more
         and more stoves came on the market. Our area grew, and we were sending
 That dream is best described in the preface of a brochure prepared for its many   stoves all over the south west and into the Channel Islands. Again, this market
 visitors in 1929, by which time the project had become a going concern.   dwindled, and a new venture was needed.

 The  Bladen  Farms  should  be  considered  an  experiment  initiated  with  the  chief   Building  up  a  highly  skilled  workforce,  Dad  took  on  the  repair  and
 object of ascertaining whether, under modern conditions, and with the resources   maintenance  of  our  local  churches,  travelling  throughout  Dorset,  and
 and facilities supplied to agriculture by recent scientific discoveries, it is possible   sometimes further afield, he built a reputation for the business as to knowing
 for  Dorset  (and  inferentially  for  Great  Britain  as  a  whole)  to  produce  a  larger   what they were doing. This proved to be a passion for Dad, all he wanted to
 proportion  of  home-grown  foods,  especially  of  animal  origin,  than  it  does  at   do was work on the churches.
 present.
         Sadly,  tragedy  struck  in  2006  his  daughter  Sue  died.  After  a  7-year  battle
 Sir  Ernest  –  created  a  Baronet  in  1931  for  his  services  to  agriculture  –  was   cancer finally defeated her. This had a devastating effect on Mum and Dad,
 challenging not only traditional practices, but defying the economic reality of low   but with their strong faith they overcame their grief.
 farm  prices  in  the  face  of  cheap  foodstuffs  from  abroad.  “Everybody  thought
 Grandpa  was  just  a  rich  old  draper”  says  his  daughter-in-law,  Beatrice   Dad could not retire, he kept saying he was not ready to. Mum was quite keen
 Debenham, who was married to Ernest’s younger son Martin, “but he had such   for  him  to  stop,  or  at  least  slow  down.  It  was  time  for  them  to  have  some
 imagination and enterprise. Although he was a tough business man who formed   quality time together, before they got too old and infirm to enjoy holidays and
 the Drapery Trust he was also a very fair and kind man, and very benevolent.”   a bit of peace and quiet. But no, the time was not here yet. Although we did
         manage to persuade him to go part time. 3 days a week, and long weekends.
 The name Bladen Estate was derived from the old form of Blackdown or Blagden,   However, he still managed to wander into the office on his supposed days off.
 after the hill overlooking Briantspuddle.  Ernest Debenham built Moor Lane House,   Just to see what was going on.
 so called after the old inn The Moor’s Head which at one time existed on the site.
         Again, tragedy struck in 2018. Mum and Dad went on holiday to Madeira, as
   The village of Affpuddle, following the line of the river Piddle, was considered to   was  their  idea  of  getting  a  bit  of  winter  sunshine.  Sadly,  Mum  never  came
 have  too  much  natural  beauty  for  further  development,  and  so  the  major   home alive. On the day they were to return home, she was taken into hospital,
 building  programme  started  in  1919  after  the  delay  of  the  First  World  War,  was   and  died  4  days  later.  After  67  years  of  marriage,  Dad’s  life  was  in  tatters.
 centred around Briantspuddle.   Alone in Madeira he phoned Marie-Anne to ask her to deal with the logistics of
         bring Mum home. To compound matters I was away on a boy’s trip skiing.
 Experiments  were  carried  out
    on  almost  all  types  of  farming   When  Dad  returned,  he  really  did  retire.  Although  he  even  then  kept  telling
 between 1919 and 1929.   The   people he was part time, and was hand if needed. It gave him something to
 very  first  silage  tower  in  the   concentrate on.
 country   was   erected   at
 Br i antspu dd le .   A   mi lk   As he only lived next door, we could all keep an eye
 processing  factory  was  set  up   on him, as he was happy, if that is the right word, to
 in  The  Ring  buildings,  the   live  on  his  own.  He  even  learnt  to  cook  for  himself.
 C e n t r a l    D a i r y .       T h e   Only the basics mind you.
 Briantspuddle   Farm   was
 organised on modern lines and   Failing health gradually caught up with him. The worst
 milk was imported from all the   bit  was  having  to  give  up  the  car.  Although  some
         might say not a moment too soon. We needed some

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