Peripheralia: Pulling yourself together

Abstract

Last week I made a house call in one of our older suburbs called Boughton. It is on the outskirts of town and straddles the road that meanders up to Sweetwaters. I always feel that I am going back in time when I visit the area, as it is very quiet and the houses are fairly old and must have been built around the time of the Second World War. The shrubs and trees in the area are all slightly overgrown, dogs are lying asleep in the sun on verandahs and you can hear the clipping of the gardener at the back.