Climbing the slopes of Scotland Island in Pittwater north of Sydney, its footprint determined by the gums that surround it is a home that draws on memories of the holiday shacks of days gone by, of a higgledy piggledy assortment of rooms and sheds, the make do of the fisherman’s shack. No make do here though. A series of rooms are connected by decks and flights of stairs. Walls slide away to open all to the outdoors, the breezes, the views through the trees. A place of privacy, of simplicity and of natural beauty. It’s for sale here while the link lasts. What a tug at the heart to leave all this.