A COLLECTIVE EFFORT

Somewhere up there, in those lush rolling hills above the Great Ocean Road, a mustard coloured school bus rests underneath the gum trees. A stack of hand shaped single-fins and twinnies lies just outside the door, next to a botanical explosion of mint and silverbeet, sage and bok choy.

Inside the bus it’s all sweet yellow sunlight and smiles. Books share shelf space with tiny sculptures and hand-made cups, full of shells and feathers. Living green strings of pearl sway gently in the morning breeze. Chopped wood is stacked up next to a faded blue potbelly stove. There’s a beautiful herringbone floor, all intricate