For those of you not familiar with her story, Sadie came to our home to walk me.
(Now, mind you, that's not the whole story, but it's a good beginning.)
So, three times a day, we go for a walk (unless I'm in a lot of pain).
"But where do you go?" you might ask.
Well, I'm glad you asked, because I'm going to show you.
We're one house from the end of the block (where there is a "T" intersection). So we go to the end of the block and turn right (head west).
At the end of this block there is a park, which I've mentioned before. (We'll turn left and head south.)
Across from Abbeyfield, the Park continues. (You've seen the reverse angle of this picture.)
At the end of the block, we get to the Bowerman House.
This was the "hunting lodge" of Allan Bowerman, head of one of our city's early prominent families. It was quite a bit outside the city when it was built (in 1907), at the edge of a ravine, not far from the river.
Then, things changed.
It's 1925, and a Tuberculosis Sanatorium is built next to the Bowerman property. It was far enough out of the city to be "safe" but close enough to be easily serviceable from the city. Bowerman, a land developer, had sold the "lodge" a few years earlier, when the city went from boom to bust. The home became the residence of the Sanitorium Director. (That land from the Bowerman house, up to and including Abbeyfield House, held residences for other doctors at "The San." )
This is on the west side of the property, where the Nurses' Residence was located. (In one of the congregations I served in the city, there was a woman who had been a nurse at The San during WW2.) This building has some of the outline features of the old residence. (The architect must have done his/her homework.)
This is a low-rent public housing project. Very nicely done. Not at all your typical "Council flats."
We turn our backs on the housing, and walk the trail to the south-east, until we come to the river.
There are still a few geese who have not left, yet. In fact, there will be geese on the river all winter. A mile (more or less) upstream from here there is an electricity generating plant, named in honour of HRM Elizabeth II. The "Queen E Power Plant" (as it is known locally) used coal to generate power through turbines. Those were converted more recently to natural gas. But the plant still needs water (primarily for cooling, I understand). So cold water is taken out of the river, and it is replaced by warm water. No pollution, I'm told; just water exchange. Hence, the geese have a relatively nice place.
You'll also notice ice pans beginning to form on the river. That starts at about -10°C. If we get warm weather, those little thin sheets disappear. But in the cold of winter, the river will freeze right over, except for openings where the current is strongest.
From here, we turn left, and head north for about half a kilometre.
The "Turret house" is interesting. It was built as a modified A-frame house. The original owner, so the story goes, had a piano, which was to move to the upper floor. But the stairs were not big enough. Hence the turret was added on, so the piano could be hauled upstairs.
To this point, we've travelled about a kilometre. If I want to cut the walk short, particularly if I'm having trouble walking, we can turn left here. Our property is located across the back lane from the Turret House, so we're within 100 yards of home at this point.
(To be continued.)