Coal Point

Back in the day we’d end up on that deck at The Lake House, Coal Point, pretending the sunset was doing all the heavy lifting while we topped up wine like it was a civic duty. As Urban List once noted, the place was a waterfront two‑bedroom cottage with an open‑plan lounge, a full kitchen (for the charade of cooking), air‑con for shameful summer naps and an outdoor shower for people who like rinsing salt off with a view.

The jetty is the real communal test of character — shared with neighbours, which means yes, you will make awkward small talk with the bloke who insists he only keeps a kayak “for emergencies.” We’re experts at smiling and claiming we meant to arrive by boat.

Who would hate living here? Nightclub chasers and anyone who judges a suburb by how many neon signs you can see at midnight. Who would love it? The sunset purists, the escape artists, the people who think a shared jetty is a municipal asset, not a breach of privacy.

Coal Point: quiet, a bit smug, and eternally suntanned in our imagination.