I was with a group of painters who had permission to paint on a large estate about five miles away. I never did see the grounds and the estate itself. You see, as soon as I parked my car and entered a gate in the back of the property, I came face to face with a tankhouse. Well, I never pass up a tankhouse, and I certainly didn't let this one go by. It appeared to be in use as a storage area for the gardener. I noticed a couple old car batteries sitting on a box by the door.