Childhood memories of visiting Uncle Geoff and Auntie Gwen and exploring the steep walk down to the harbour. Wishing that the harbour pool was still swimmable. Sitting with Gwen, watching the view. Waiting for the bridge to open. Listening to stories. Memories of Geoff's sideways tilt of the head as he spoke. Imaginings of what it was like getting up so early every day to work at the fruit markets......