January 27, 2009
Big, Ugly Houses: Chapter 3, WC's Wuthering Heights
While my son was at basketball practice in the Northgate area I decided to take a walk along a short horse trail that winds down through what should be a very pretty valley at the base of Mount Diablo.
On the clear January morning, the sky sparkled blue, and the green winter grasses waved softly in the breeze. I heard the clip-clop-clip of a horse, mounted by a young woman come up behind me and then pass.
What a moment, so full of potential pastoral loveliness.
And then I looked southeast to take in what should be have been an absolutely spectacular view of Mount Diablo.
And what do I see? Wuthering Heights. Or rather, a desperate attempt by some builder and homeowner at approximating English country manor elegance. To the manor born?
More like, to the manor aborted. And what design of homestead is that next to the faux Wuthering Heights? Neo-Spanish Hacienda or Post-Suburban-Modern Riviera Villa?
These two houses: A picture-postcard foreground for our majestic Mount Diablo?
You can guess my opinion.