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Wonthaggi. House-sitting. Kongwak.

We are in Wonthaggi – a place that is very similar to Hastings, but windier, somewhat more picturesque, and better laid out. Our friends gave us their house for a couple of nights while they are away and we are WALKING TO THE LIBRARY and the SUPERMARKET and generally revelling in spreading ourselves around the house. The Smalls are watching ‘Mr Bean’ and I’m baking strawberry rhubarb muffins. And eating them. With cups of tea.

Wonthaggi.

Doing so much housesitting this past year or so has opened my eyes to the generosity of others. To their flexibility, trust and acceptance. Would I have disappeared for the weekend in our Hastings home and told someone to hang out and use whatever they needed? I would like to think so – but there is part of me that thinks maybe not – back then when I had too much stuff and was more uptight about it.

Things change. I have changed. Next time we are in a real, proper abode (i.e. not a boat) I hope to have a lot of books, a lot of plants and minimal everything else – except for tea – I will probably have lots of that. I intend to do some karmic payback and embrace some housesitters or people that might enjoy a weekend with a dishwasher, washing machine and hot running water (just as I currently am). After roughing it for a while, these things are incredibly soothing and very much appreciated…

Happiness is succulent

This morning the Smalls and I went to one of my favourite markets – one I haven’t been to for far too long. And it was so close to where we are staying!! I love you, Kongwak.

Kongwak Market: BicycleKongwak Market: reds and greensKongwak Market: basin planterKongwak Market: Penguins

With all the modern conveniences it is easy to just stay inside and hang about. I got us out of the house for a walk this afternoon. Small DB, as usual, needed some persuasion, but was happy to act as ‘Direction Finding Daisy’ once we got underway….

I Love You. Wonthaggi pavement.The colour purple

I like to walk around, down all the old laneways that sever the blocks of houses – remnants of the time when there was no sewerage system, I imagine. Half of me can imagine living here – it is similar to Hastings when we first moved there. Lots of the old blocks of land are being subdivided, but there are more that have not – still with their old houses and backyards that go on forever. If it wasn’t for the wind…and I do not exaggerate – there is actually a wind farm here!

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  1. My sister-in-law and her husband often entertain couch surfers and have been couch surfers. Not the same as house sitting but the same generosity of spirit.

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