Brooklyn
With the eviction and development from Tasman street we were forced to find a new home. We searched for some time, keen to remain together if possible. Dave had a dog and so we were limited in our selection.
Eventually we located a place in Brooklyn, in the shady valley. For four months things were fine, I was working full time, I had my vehicle for making trips and adventures but then it all fell apart.
People are a problem!
The home, a two-story house on the fringe of art deco, was broken by the inhabitants and I left to seek out a new home and a new set of living companions.