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Low stone abutments lined all the interior roads of the property. Continued from page 27 flower beds filled with fragrant peonies and delphinium. A high white lattice screen curves around to embrace it. The screen is divided in the centre to open into a long pergola. Against each half of the screen stands a statue, anymph on the left, a satyr on the right, each half- turned to the other to exchange a glance. We may choose to walk down through the rose covered pergola which descends very gently to the east- ern edge of the garden, or we may turn to the right and passing through a hedge, come upon a fountain built in the shape of a beehive, of rocks and whimsy. It is populated by sculpted elves and fairies, frogs and rabbits with water trickling down over m When we leave this fantasy, we enter another garden space of lawn and a more sober fountain with a dignified tier of splash basins. Aswing round to the left will take us back to the pergola, and crossing through it we find ourselves in the rose garden, a circle divided into concentric circles, and then again by paths which stretch out from the centre like spokes, where a gazing-globe standing on a pedestal re- flects the fan-shaped beds edged with boxes and filled with roses, the whole surrounded by a clipped ceder hedge. Here we will turn west again and pass through the hedge. A walkway will take us back to the house and the drive as it widens to approach the garage; but first, on our right there is a tall structure that appears to be a windmill The beautiful inground swimming pool which looks out over Lake Scugog, from behind the white fence at the far end. 30 FOCUS - JUNE 2010 One of the property's most relaxing area was the old stone teahouse with its reflection pool. but is in fact a pigeon-house. White fan-tail pigeons, and pouter- pigeons strut pridefully about, showing off their plumage and impressive fan of feathers. A few more steps and we come to the well, a heavy stone structure with a handsome roof of thick cedar- shakes. We might mistake it for another garden fancy but it is a working well, supplying the house with cold, clear drinking water as the only potable alternative to the fishy- tasting lake water. Now we are almost back to the swimming pool and have completed our walk around the garden but we'll just look inside the white lattice fence at the pool- surround of paving and Turkish tiles, the roses lining the fence and spilling over Turkish urns. The white painted lounge area flanked by cabanas . We've done the tour of the oldest part of the garden but there is one thing more. I had said my grandparents wanted a Japanese garden and it was finally installed, the last garden area to be so, but it is outside of the half wagon wheel device I chose and in a new part of the whole complex. To reach it you would walk through the rose garden and a little distance away, or you could find it by return- ing past the pigeon house, and here's the clue. Behind the pigeon house there is, hidden away, a large water- wheel which seems to be turning uselessly as water pours over it into a stream but if you follow the stream you come to two more ponds and you are in the Japanese garden. Two moon-viewing bridges arch over the ponds, young pine trees reach out to them, and large bronze cranes wade in the water. The rocks that line the shore are new and have no moss yet and the plants that dot the banks are small and immature. It is a Japanese garden, as authentic as it can be made, but without the years of training by someone schooled in the art. It can never become what it was intended to be. That's about it, Peter. The way it was... | hope your printer is working, because I don’t think I can do it again. Cheers, Eleanor June 2006 Following this correspondence we lost touch with Eleanor and have not been able to contact her since. But fortunately over aperiod of a few weeks, she provided six emails with invaluable information and facts about Seven Mile Island.