This. A rather grand variation of the temperate coast, Post-War holiday Modernism as created en masse by Australians all over the nation. Held firmly in the minds-eye and heart of so many lucky ones; the fibro exteriors, long panes of glass, the blue horizon line, ceaseless crash of sea on sand, the vapour of salt, the 60 year old pines, pushbikes, surfboards, the smell of fresh sheets on newly made beds, vinegar, iceberg lettuce and white bread, the fire in winter. Such sensory reminiscences now fuelling an entire generational saudade as these scenes are swept away in a seemingly insatiable addiction for wealth and show and status.