I spent a short time in Elmleigh as an unmarried teenage mother. Although I find it hard to remember the actual dates, I do recall my daughter's early fetal movements and she was born summer 1980, so sometime between 1979~1980.
At that time there was an older posh-speaking lady playing housekeeper. She brought her adult dependent son in with her and I think he gardened. She came across as helpful, though at times bless 'er I recall her micro~managing the simplist of cooking tasks to be efficient. There was an older married mum~to~be there who was always drinking tea. She said she was there to give her unexpected last child up for adoption. Also a new teenage mother arrived with her new born (she had been taken totally by suprise by her child's existence and birth). She seemed to be going back to her parents home shortly afterwards with her son. I stayed in a huge downstairs room at the back of the house. The walls were painted orange (I think it might have been a converted garage). I was to use the smallish spiral type, a servants back staircase up to the bathrooms. The bathrooms only gave out a small amount of hot water. The home just seemed so stripped back to the past and quite austere. Of an evening the TV played host to "Tales of the unexpected" and I would go to bed early, wake early and listen to the birds singing. I was happy to be reunited with my mother before my daughter was born, and although we were looking forward to bringing baby up, she died at a few days old. The past has gone, the future isn't here yet, today is always the moment to live in, peacefully and fully.