After many years of searching, I came across some land overlooking the sea, far lovelier than anything I had ever dreamed of.

Then followed the task of building. It was only for holidays so the simplest of shelters and a tank or two were all that was necessary, but it wasn't that simple. The fall of the land was one in three, and that alone presented plenty of problems. However, we were fortunate that there was stone - good pink sandstone.

So unsuccessful had I been in persuading a builder to go down to this land on the Great Ocean Road that, as I lay on the broad of my back wondering how to solve the problem, I suddenly said "There's nothing for it - we will have to build it ourselves!"