The road into Windy...

Driving in to Windy Harbour is really special.


We've all been going there since  the folks bought their hut back in 1960, and there is a sense of home coming whenever I go back...


I've retraced the drive-in on camera, so you can all get the same feeling I always do...


Looking back over the coastal plain away from Windy...

And the road out of Windy towards Northcliffe...

Entrance to Windy...

Beautifully maintained announcement!...

And now onto the "main" road...

First house into Windy is...

Adsy's place!

Most of the huts are named... 


However, we are still discussing what ours could be- well over 50 years later...


For the record, I favour "The Trophy Room" a la the movie The Castle...




A sign pointing to a sign....

A few of the huts and scenery on the way in...

Coming over the rise to see "The Greasy Spoon" on the right...

And "Carney's Corner"..

But wait... what's that on the grass?

There....

No- there....

Yes.... it is!!!


A speed camera!!!

Actually no....


With typical WIndy Harbour (not to mention Aussie) ingenuity...


It's really a wine bottle, a piece of black rubbish bag, a tripod, electrician's tape, a tool kit box, a shaver cord, and a chain...


But it has the same effect!




Turning down our road....

Then.....






Bloody hell!

A Smurf sat on our hut!!!!!

Uncle John didn't tell us and left it for a surprise....


Which it surely was!


Rose would have loved it.... it was the colour she picked..




Just as much as she would have loved the verandah...


Now for furniture!

Dad's Great Grandparents

I got some very interesting photos from Auntie Alizon which I am very excited about....


Meet Dad's great grandparents on the Evans side...

Unfortunately we don't know what their first names were...


The very fine and upstanding gentleman was very high up in the Salvation Army- hence the medals and pins...

He is holding a newspaper with the headline "War" which was probably the Boer War of 1899, judging by the severe hair and Victorian garb Dad's great Grandma (clutching a bible) is wearing....

And here we have an assortment of their children....

Auntie Alizon and I were looking for the Evans' chin, and there are a few fine examples here which may have been Dad's Grandma...

 One of these fine ladies...

Or perhaps this one....

The research continues....

Gavan's baby book

Gavan's baby book is nothing in comparison to David's tome....

But, for social history's sake, here it is...

The record keeping started to drop off....

Gavan went off the charts at an early age as well, following in his big brother's footsteps...  In fact- even earlier than David....

And you can see some of the milestones noted here...

Graeme and I didn't get baby books.


Mum was obviously far too busy for that sort of stuff, and had been there before already...


It sucks to be us....