As it happens this is from where I grew up, and my best teenage mates sisters both went to Cheltenham Ladies.
I recall one particular party at age c.16 us all bunking down in this ancient rectory after a pretty formal party (would this now be called a sleepover?) and trying all the tricks to pull one of the sisters.
But alas no head for me that night!
p.s. Pt1 of 'Birds I have tried to pull in 94 installments'