This morning we had the most torrential downpour, but inbetween cloudbursts I donned wet weather gear and went for a walk. I took photos of all the multimillion dollar houses and lots of gates because I became fascinated with the way in which people entice you in, or keep you out of their homes.
Diablo is basically an estate of very individual, very exclusive homes that were mostly all built in the early years of the 20th century, save for a few such as Hap's brother's. 
There just used to be a country club here and people would drive their horse and buggy out from San Francisco for a nice trip, a day at the races and to rest up in the club house. Eventually these rich folks started to build in the environs and so Diablo was born at the foot of Mount Diablo (see earlier post, where we went up Mount Diablo).
Christine came to pick us up in the afternoon and then drive us back to Scotts Valley near Santa Cruz, where we are going to spend the next few days. 
The house is beautiful in a different way to the Diablo houses, surrounded by redwood forest and with a lovely garden on which Christine is lavishing love and care.
There are four Abyssinian cats here - all very beautiful and friendly. 
More tomorrow, when we've explored a bit.
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Fascinating and beautiful photos Angela. You are packing so much in and it sounds as if you are still enjoying it.
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