Beneath the West Wing is the Purity Spring. From deep underground a chasm rises that brings the purist of waters. Ice cold and healing. Offerings of red petals from roses that originate from Becky’s gardens are lain on the waters. Over the the pool has grown and it is slowly working its way somewhere reshaping the cavern but lies in - looking for a way to reach up to the surface it seems … and me it seems I am the one chosen to be its watcher …