As he cut across the grass to the gravel pathway, Henry left a trail in the morning dew. Being able to fund the purchase of the block behind "Strathmines" in late '57 had been a touch and go exercise, but he maintained the faith throughout the tortuous negotiations, not only with Sanderson, who was a troublesome barrister with rooms in Hegarty’s Chambers down on Phillip Street, but also with the planning department within Woollahra Council. Petty bureaucrats! They had frequently been the bane of Henry’s existence.
Crunching down the pathway toward the well, Henry’s mind’s eye filled with a vision of both he and Marjorie and Buzzy Pascoe mocking up the lay of this curve. Marjorie, usually so conservative and considered, was the driving force in the design, spending endless hours with the patient and bemused Buzzy until the curve measured up to her ideal.
Henry’s eyes welled with tears.