Beane Street

Dear God. When will it end? Yep, you guessed it. I'm still laid up with the flu. The Dear Old Things knock on my door every lunchtime with "just a little something hot dear" and thank Christ they do or I would've died of hunger by now. Anyways, enough whinging. On with the photos. Took these two last week some time in Beane Street Gosford.



I like this office. The way it sits there like a slab hanging out over the slope, drinking up the sun.

It's on the corner of Mann Street/Pacific Highway just up from the railway station. The hill in the background I can't find the name of. It's the one between the railway and the race course in West Gosford.



Beane Street, Faunce Street and Etna Street are full of nice old bungalows now doing time as doctor's surgeries.

I'm not loving the colours of this one, brown and yellow are a colour combination I'd happily banish from my universe, but the bungalow's nice enough in shape. I like that little bit of decoration along the fence. Simple but jaunty.

God, I'm buggered. There's a nice bit of wind in the trees to listen too and a soft warm quilt to lie under. I'm off back to bed.