On a cold December morning, and as the snow gently blew onto our town casting a blanket of white velvet, I arrived at George Farrow’s residence to interview him on behalf of our club. A cozy home privately nestled in the midst of Gloucester Avenue in Oakville’s old town, the unique design of the house with its meandering pathway leading to a secret garden, casts a spell on its visitors – designed with deliberate charm by George Farrow. Bundled up from the snow, I reached out to the doorbell at the side of the front door. Almost instantly, the side door was pulled open. “This is our family entrance. Welcome!” George beckoned me in and swiftly whisked away my coat and scarf in the manner of the attentive genial host that he is. George’s wife and lifetime partner, Diane, was in the kitchen. A quiet woman that carries an effortless air of charm, her refined elegance gave her a majestic flare. I was welcomed into a quick warm embrace and then with the grace of a ballerina, Diane turned on her heels and said, “Right, I will leave you to it,” disappearing swiftly into the house. George and I made our way in.