January 1994

"Boatshed Beach", North Rosedale:

Around the headland at North Roseale, there's a great incision - we call it the "pirate cave":

Piero, Rosedale Beach:

Looking towards South Rosedale:

Magpie visitor:

Guerilla Bay, south of Rosedale:

Sally reading:
Struggling with the shade thingy. Always more trouble than they're worth:
1994 was a bad bushfire year. Here's the aftermath of one at Mossy Point:

Burned trees behins an untouched cycad (Budawang 'palm')


And Sally, getting sicker and sicker, with the disease called pre-eclampsia (though she didn;t know it at the time). This resulted in a dash back to Sydney and the early appearance - 11 weeks early - of Ben!

Trying in vain to get my swollen hands and feet to settle down. It was this swelling, as well as, eventually, nausea, which tipped me off that something was wrong. There was a mere paragraph in a pregnancy book which mentioned that swollen hands and face, and ankles which didn't go down after being up, weren't exactly the norm!
Puffed up in pregnancy:

On a trip to Congo on about Jan 19, I felt really ill. Next day we rushed back to Sydney, and the day after that, Ben was born.

January 1989

Rosedale Beach looking south from Boatshed Beach. Note that the entrance to the lagoon is open.
Piero (check those short shorts!), Nola and Frank on the rocks at North Rosedale. We were all so skinny then!
Piero and me.

January 1988

We rented 27 Miller Avenue for several years. The large communal table taking up the central part of the living / dining area became the inspiration when we came to set up our own place. But we avoided the low benches which pinched your buttocks if you sat down too quickly!

Lots of friends joined us in sharing these holidays. We tended to see each other in the morning around breakfast time, then go our own ways and gather for feasting in the evening, each party taking it in turns to cook.

January 1987

This was the first year we visited Rosedale. We were invited by friends who had rented a house for the summer in Miller Avenue at South Rosedale. They knew about Rosedale because their aunt and uncle, Fran and Stan Junor lived here. We dropped in for a few days, and as with many people before and since, it was love at first sight!