I was however pleased to find from this photo that the old wing still exists and just poking out from behind the tree you will see the balcony of the room in which I stayed. I cannot see the flagpole but I well remember being woken during the night by the flapping of the flag and going out on the balcony early next morning to unravel it from the pole around which it had entwined itself. By leaning out over the rickety balcony I could get a wonderful view of the lake. Such good memories, I want to go back, wonder if I could get the same room.







