It’s a place for your morning coffee, where birds come close.
A place to gather on the weekend–where problems are solved, projects launched, dreams shared.
It’s where kids hang their sandy beach towels, play games, or just mope around when they’ve nothing better to do.
In the days before aircon, a spare bedroom for warm summer nights. Only to be greeted next morning by Grandma, as she empties tea leaves into the garden.
Straddling home and street, neither wholly indoors nor out, it links our family lives with the community in which we live. A place where life’s mysteries can be pondered, stories told.
Where a new neighbour can become a lifetime friend.