It is filled with things that I love. There are nests scattered around. People know I like to paint nests and I come home to find one on the doorstep found in a friend's garden or a by someone out bushwalking who's seen a windfall on the ground. There are bowls of beachcombing treasures, shells that are washed in to shore seasonally, and dozens of sea urchins. Some are tiny and come in in winter, or larger from the south coast. Honky nuts from the Marri Redgum tree that show the feeding evidence of cockatoos that I like to explain to interested folk: the forest floor tells its secrets if you learn to read its stories. There are many books on art and artists. There are comfortable doggie-friendly sofas and a bentwood rocker. My wool basket awaits me. My kettle is always near the boil, so come and visit! Here's new dog Lany, playing trickers, burying into the cushions