This farm, owned for many generations by the same family, had a beautiful old homestead on it, which burnt down. The ruins still stand, covered in creeper, with bushes and grass jostling for position within the walls. One can imagine what it looked like, with wide verandas and sweeping steps down to the manicured lawns, wisteria-covered pergola and tennis courts. There is a stream that runs along the bottom of the mountain, flanked by a row of old oak trees and fondly named "Lover's Lane" by the residents.