eye spy.... my postcode

I've often looked at Cindy's Eye Spy and thought I'd like myself a bit of that action, but as is so often the case, it was something to do.... tomorrow....

This week, I saw Hoppo Bumpo's post about her locale and it inspired me to take the leap because if there is something I am evangelical about, it is where I live. I love it and will have to be dragged kicking and screaming out of this little corner of Melbourne, or hauled away in a pine (or cardboard as I'm all for the eco friendly) box.

The area we call home is a quiet little suburb about 22 kilometres south of the Melbourne CBD. Many people have to ask where it is and others confuse it with another Melbourne suburb of a similar name.

It has a lovely safe beach that we make good use of in the summer months, even if the walk back up the hill from the beach cancels out the refreshing (okay - cold) dip in the Bay.

There's a good little shopping centre, which used to be better. We used to have a fantastic butcher that made all his own smallgoods, but alas he retired (the nerve!) and a fruitshop run by a good man that would always put aside peaches and nectarines for me because he knows how much I like them. He's gone now as well, to be replaced by a charcoal chicken shop. Not all bad then.

Our strip of shops contains more cafes than is strictly necessary, and for more mornings where there's a walk on the cards, there's a lovely one on the foreshore that serves good eggs. We also have two Indian takeaways, a pizza shop, the best fish and chip shop in the area and a Thai restaurant with a chef that seems to have a carrot fetish.

The housing used to look mostly like this:

but now these are becoming more and more prevalent.

Schools are plentiful and I was told by a Real Estate agent once that the prevalence of schools made this area the "Hawthorn of the south". Not quite.

We have a relatively reliable train service that even goes to Frankston and a bus service staffed by angry men.

One of my favourite spots is a bee keeping supplies outlet that allows you to taste all the different types of honey before filling the container you've brought from home with your choice. My favourite - lavender.

A library, a second hand bookshop, a few hairdressers and a grocery store run by a man that yells at school kids and then follows them around the store completes the suburb I call home.

Thank you Cindy for allowing me aboard!