As a small child just starting to read I remember passing and being fascinated by a front gate in Stubbington. Whoever lived there had tacked tin (or they may have been bakelite, it was that long ago) letters to it which said ATOMERE.
And someone else nearby lost in the mists of a distant Hampshire childhood (but could it have been Martin?) lived in a house called KUMANCIUS.
I've thoughtfully included the photo above to make all my blogfriends in England, where I understand it has been raining, feel atomere. And of course if you wanted to kumancius you'd be more than welcome.