Is it pure chance that the most raucous prefabs on the estate are the ones that are nearest to the My Full Moon public house? And is it also pure chance that the most serene and genteel ones are those which are snugly ensconced on the high ground bordering Twiverton's finest - Twiverton's only - Italian villa style country house? These are the kind of issues estate residents mull over as they relax on top of yellow corrugated coalhouses on warm sunlit days.
In the Victorian era the splendid 'Silk-Farr House' was a citadel of power and wheeler-dealing. Show insufficient flair at one of the fabled and fabulous Silk-Farr masked balls and the career of
an up-and-coming baronet (Sir Roger Sliley., Bart. is the classic example) would be caught dead in its tracks.
Today this Italian-style villa has just one resident - the fragrant and ever enigmatic Miss Silk-Farr - who endeavours to keep up her family's tradition of public-spirited philanthropic endeavour by paying an annual visit to the junior school (built in 1952 on land adjacent to the estate) in order to donate books and a hunger for glittering prizes.
For near-on four decades the Silk-Farr dynasty formed part of the country's military-industrial complex. Fabrics for the British Army were manufactured in its mills. It is 'no accident' (as the Marxists say) that Perry Dividend (the patrician Irish aristocrat, revolutionary firebrand and editor of the Soho-based Left Review) was a regular visitor to the Silk-Farr archives. In fact his paradigm-shattering thesis of the aristocracy and the bourgeoisie fusing together to form a new hegemonic-power bloc was formulated here in Twiverton in Silk-Farr House!
At their plutocratic peak the Silk-Farr dynasty owned a woollen mill, a quarry, a coal mine, a limeworks, and hundreds of acres of prime Somerset farmland. In The Rise and Fall of the Twivertonic Rockefellers (dedicated to the eminent historian Professor R. S. Neale) forensic analysis is made of the murky origins of the Silk-Farr wealth. The widely held view of there being some link with the slave plantation in Antigua fleetingly mentioned in Jane Austen's novel Mansfield Park is found wanting. Cumberland in the "sheep ate men" era provided the source of the Silk-Farr capital that "dripped from every pore with blood and gore" (as Dai 'Tolstoy' Lectic always delights in saying).
The sub-title of The Rise and Fall of the Twivertonic Rockefellers has left some of its readers perplexed. Why, they ask, has a question mark been added to Balzac's famous line:

"Behind every great fortune lies a great crime?"

It seems the question mark was the authors' way of acknowledging the creative entrepreneurial flair and sense of civic responsibility displayed by the Silk-Farrs during their Twiverton years. (The company finally went bankrupt in 1954).
As for the mythology dreamt up by Glastonbury-based pamphleteers that the lineage of the Silk-Farrs can be traced back to Merlin the Wizard, the Recluse of Monkton Combe, King Arthur, and the Head Priest of Stonehenge, this is finally nailed once and for all.