To tell the truth, it was a grey suited wallaby that made me change my mind about that part of "Big Hill" on the Great Ocean Road in Victoria where I had bought sixteen acres of land with a view to one day creating a village by the sea. As a matter of fact, I thought it was a young man in a grey flannel suit! I was sprawled out on the grassy ground just above the narrow track up to the Chalet, half asleep and sat up sharply at the sound of "footsteps" and was confronted with this "young man" in his grey flannel suit! I blinked and came to my senses.

"Gosh!" I thought. "It's a wallaby!" and he, I suppose, thought, "Gosh! It's a human!" as he bounded up the hill.

"That settles it." I thought, going in search of Twid. She was busy with her pick on the excavation for the sitting room.

"I say! We are not going to make a village. We will give it to the wallabies."

"Yes, I saw him. Wasn't he a beauty!"

Then followed much soul-searching, choosing the safest and best organisation to hand it to. To our great relief, the Bird Obsevers' Club accepted.

We went down to spend a last weekend and to collect our belongings. It was quite a job and we eventually had to leave before removing all the old junk. I was not happy about leaving someone else the job of clearing up. However, we need not have worried. Within the week, a bush fire swept up the hill and burnt up the little place leaving only the stone walls, stairways and paving built with so much joy.