That's the cyclamen house; that's the orchid house that was washed away — it was never built back, but the fern house was. That's the shade house (the little shade house as they called it), and that's the potting shed where they potted up the plants. That's the hot house — there's a boiler house up the top of it. That's the soil house and that's the little fern house. On the end of the packing shed is what they called the boys' room; any workmen who lived in — they slept in that room. That's the vehicle shed and the laundry, the apple house (that's two-storey, that's where they stored their apples), the hay shed, the chaff house. There's the stables. That's the wall round the stables with stones on the top, and the palm house was back from that. And on the end of the big shade house was the dairy, and the cow shed was up there (they had about half a dozen cows in my time, they used to have a lot in the earlier days). They used to carry the milk from up there through the yard, out through there and round there and over into there and separate it. They had a lot of horses to take the plants to market. I was a child, but they treated me like a king...
Hanrahan, Barbara, Cats Currell, Kunapipi, 8(3), 1986.