This is a very short story about a landlord and his son.
In 1846, in Gloucester lived a widower named Sir George Landlord, who lived with his son, Edmund.
George did not have much time to see his son as he was always very busy travelling to new lands to buy properties, and with land all over the British Commonwealth, he would take his son on an annual trip to one of his many holiday homes abroad; Jamaica, California, Canada, Barbados, Hong Kong, New Zealand, Hawaii, Kenya, Ghana, India and Egypt were just a few on their list of embarkments.
There was only one problem, Edmund was seasick.For the first 14 years of his life however he had never plucked up the courage to tell his father but after a business trip to the Shetland Islands and enduring a 25 hour sea-storm he finally told George that he had long hesitated in asking the permission to spend his holidays somewhere far more local like London. His father then took pity on his son and replied "Son, it does not matter where I spend my time with you, just that we get our annual holiday. Pick a random building anywhere you like and I will do whatever possible to acquire such a place."
The pair went on to spend the rest of their summers together in the house that Sir George went on to buy for his son, rumour has it you can still see a pair of silhouettes in one of the windows every year on the first Saturday of July.
If you do not believe this story, just go to Vauxhall Bridge Road in London, the evidence is there.