Our arrival to the next
Province was over a massive bridge, called the Confederation
Bridge which took us to Prince Edward Island. This is probably
one of the most enjoyable islands that we would travel. A land of
soft rolling hills, farms, and small villages. It is beautiful.
There is nothing on the island farther than a days drive, and
with at least a dozen good things to see, not including the
festivals and musical gatherings that occur on a daily basis, we
were to have our hands full. There was the estate of Woodleigh;
here we found a fascinating story about a young soldier in World
War I, who hailed from the Island, and found himself in England
for a time. As he wandered the countryside, he marveled at the
ancient architecture of the buildings and the splendor of the
formal English gardens. He would survive the war and return to
his beloved Prince Edward Island to find that he missed the
beauty and splendor of the English structures, he had so
frequently enjoyed while abroad. There is
little in print on the driving force which
caused him to launch an endeavor that would rival the dedication
of most other men. Being a romantic at heart, I like to think
that architecture accomplishments by a single person are driven
by the loss of a woman. Such examples as the Mystery
Castle of Phoenix or Coral
Castle of Homestead
Florida, stand as examples of dying love never to be forgotten.
This however was apparently not the case with Woodleigh. Ernest
Johnston, from all accounts was a happily married man with a wife
and 3 kids. Upon his return, Ernest would acquire a large plot of
land which he would christen Woodleigh after his ancestral home
in Scotland. Year after year he would plow, plant and construct a
beautiful garden area. War would return and Ernest would return
to England as a Lt. Col. along with his oldest son Archie. They
would fight for freedom and walk the great architectural wonders
of the country together before returning to PEI to continue what
would become
a 50 year endeavor. The two, with others
sometime helping, began to build replicas of the famous buildings
of England. Year after year, building after building the work
would go on. Cold winters and hot summers made no difference. He
built a dozen, two dozen, and on to three dozen stone replicas.
Each structure meticulous fashioned to match the original in
miniature. Some no more than a doll house, others gigantic,
capable of walking through and enjoying the secrets inside. It
wasn't long before visitors began gathering. As history would
record, the land was opened to all those who would gasp at the
efforts of a few people toward a seemly unobtainable goal. Today
the lands are owned by the Steele family who have turned the
efforts of a few into a full fledged tourist attraction. Upon
arriving, the
first thing that caught my eye was an expansive
structure off to the right. The scale model of the Cathedral
Church of Saint Peter, commonly known as York Minster which is 26
feet long and 12 feet across and was one of the first built by
Ernest and took over 5 years to construct. Considering that PEI
is mostly limestone, stone had to be brought from New Brunswick
and Nova Scotia and then floated across to the Island, shaped and
placed into a pattern specifically designed by Ernest to exactly
match the exterior of the original. With Archie in England
gathering measurements and recording details, progress was slow
and deliberate. The reduction would require 145 windows
and
thousands of panes of colored glass. Further to the right we
found an old English Nobleman's pleasure and source of amusement.
An English maze, this one made of cedar saplings. With only a
front and rear entrance, we marched down dozens of twists and
turns, only to find a dead end and the inevitable requirement to
retrace our steps only to be stopped again and again by a solid
wall. The walls were not the trimmed immaculate sides as seen in
Stephen King's "The Shining" but I couldn't help
thinking about the chase scene. After a few minutes wandering
around, there is a certain panic feeling that creeps up
unannounced. Having exited by the same point that we entered, we
continued on