House prowed. (Hur hur.)
Dry dock in a Umina side street.
There's always boats being worked on in driveways on the Peninsula, like everywhere else. But this one was so large it was like a building in its own right.
'Nother angle
I call this row of shops the Purple People Eater. It's the last shops on that side before the car yard.
It went up not long before I started my walkies, and I'm damned if I remember what was there before. Older shops I expect.
West Street is the shopping precinct of Umina. Between the roundabout (traffic circle) at Ocean Beach Road and Rickard Street it's all shops and banks, the Post Office, doctor's surgeries and the like.
And this place.
It's right on the street front, wedged in between the Charcoal Chicken and the Amcal Chemist.
It seems to be someone's house. Don't know if they own the shop in front and live out the back or are unrelated and just refuse to sell their land. I've never seen movement in there though the cars come and go a bit and the gates were open one time.
The large board on the fence usually details a hand-written grievance against the local council or state government. There's a different grievance every couple of months.
Locals either ignore it completely or slow down a bit as they come up to it, scan the latest grievance quickly then scurry past pretending they didn't see it.
It fascinates me. It's obviously been there since at least the forties, possibly longer. Can't see it in any of the old West Street photos. (There's a rather fun photo in that link of the old Rileys Bros buses that used to run on the Peninsula.)
