This has been a social weekend: in the relaxed, community, ‘village’-ish way that we are finding that Fremantle has in spades.  A weekend of nothing-much – out for breakfast we meet (successively) the people at Tim and Shani’s fish-n-chip housewarming the night before – the sequence goes on.  One connection leads to another. Linking the encounters, smiles, waves and chin-wagging.  At every turn there are bicycles – of all shapes and sizes.

The ‘feel’ to Fremantle seems (to me) to have been nurtured by a recent stance by the council that graffiti can be art.  This link explains more, but a few photos on my behalf might illustrate a little too :-)

This ‘guerilla-art’ is done without planning permission or process.  And thus happens, rather than not.

Ootong & Lincoln is a measly 1.6km from home (downhill) – and amongst many other haunts, forms part of our expanding circle of community life.