(Wagstaffe walkies #2)
Wagstaffe Hall Mulhall Street Wagstaffe. The local community hall, as evidenced by the community look about the place and the notices in the windows on the right.
The style could be Federation (circa 1890 - c. 1915) but I doubt if the building is. Didn't find a date on it and can't find a date for it online. Going on what I can see of the population growth in Wagstaffe, I'd guesstimate it at Inter War (circa 1915 - c. 1940), bearing in mind that community buildings often have retro designs where local residents are startled by more up-to-the-minute stuff.
Brett and Sarah were married there last year and say it has "polished floor boards and white french doors that open onto a verandah, which overlooks the water". There's a nice bit of lawn out there off the veranda, right next to the ferry wharf. The Killcare Wagstaffe Trust meet there apparently and the Bouddi Society shows flicks there and there's tai chi and you can hire it for functions and all the usual community stuff.
There was a young kookaburra sitting in the pine tree (right edge of photo) having a mid-morning chuckle. The kookas have been very active lately, much more than this time last year.
All today's photos are within cooee of each other and the wharf. Wagstaffe's not a big place. It's got five streets.
Rather pleasant. A holiday rental right next to Wagstaffe Wharf and this dingy photo.
Lemonpeel Cottage gate Wagstaff Avenue Wagstaffe. My favourite house name of all the house names I've seen so far. Most of those I've seen so far are along the lines of Didjabringabeer, Ruo Emoh, Dave's Shack and Thistle Do.
Wagstaff Avenue. Might be 1900s (Federation) might not. Probably is. Ditto the place on the right. That was even nicer but had, from a photography point of view, a badly placed bush.
You can see how close the bush is. Birds could be heard whistling and the kookaburras laughing and a couple of cockatoos flapped among the trees. Over that rise is Lobster Beach and the mouth of Broken Bay leading out to the Tasman Sea.
Smart-looking Inter-War California Bungalow (circa 1915 - c. 1940) on Wagstaff Avenue, one block back from the water. Love the contrasts of the white and greens and purple and blue. Today was a great day for photos.
Bloody hell, it's dinnertime already. I've been fart-arsing about on the computer all afternoon. See yer Wednesday.