I can’t believe St Kilda Pier kiosk burnt down yesterday. Unlike the extravagant architecture of English piers it was the very domesticity of St Kilda Pier kiosk that gave it its charm.
When I lived in St Kilda, sleepless summer nights could be spent sitting in the dark on the breakwater behind the kiosk, talking to the penguins, watching and waiting for the cool change to come over from Williamstown. I hope the penguins cope!
postcards from the north 