Sir James, who built the home in 1698, left instructions that on his deathbed he should not be buried.
Instead he was to have been dressed in his best clothes, bound to a stout chair and placed with his books, wine and pipe in his favourite folly to await resurrection.
His servants are believed to have brought him wine for two years until, unable to bear their macabre orders any longer, they had his remains interred and a marble statue built in his place.
Ha. I sure wouldn’t have carried on that long. . . ..