Happily ever after
One summer’s day, whilst moseying along a leafy Willunga backstreet, I spy a house that makes me stop short. The Victorian-era home bears the simple, elegant formality of those typically built in Willunga during the late 1800s.
Soft yellow-slate walls enclose mottled glass windows, rippling and winking beneath wide verandas that are supported by ornate posts, flaked and crumbling with age. I am perplexed because this was a common route for my childhood adventuring and I have never noticed the house before. Was I a particularly unobservant child, or has someone engaged in a confounding feat of engineering and time-travel to create an authentically 19th century house in the 21st century?
Fast-forward several years and I am standing in the entranceway with the home’s owner, Tracey Bishop, admiring the intricate stained-glass side-panels surrounding the front door. Suddenly, her husband, Peter, blows in a side-door riding a
