Something to celebrate
he emotion took me by surprise because, over the two years we’ve been living in the outback, I’ve continued to think of Willunga as ‘home’. The feeling was akin to the sense of loneliness I sometimes feel when I realise my children are growing up right before my eyes. And in many ways Willunga – and the Fleurieu Peninsula in which it’s nestled – have come of age in the months we’ve been away. When we first moved to the Fleurieu there were vacant shops aplenty, playgrounds were metal ‘jungle-gyms’
