Beneath the tissue paper is an old glass and metal light, salvaged from a ship, that Liz has bought online and had delivered to her beach house at Middleton. She lifts the object, and we admire the ripples in the handblown glass and the tarnish on the metal. Liz rests the light against the outside wall, where she intends to hang it. In that moment, old ship’s light seamlessly melds into the wall of the newly built beach house, like the two were somehow made for each other.
And so it is with Liz and her family’s beach house, overlooking the popular surfing beach – old and new fit harmoniously together to create a calm and an ease. Silver-hued foliage inwith a colour scheme of muted greys, blues and whites inside the home, with large windows and glass bi-fold doors, giving the ocean centre-stage. ‘It changes all the time and throughout the seasons,’ Liz says, as we look out of the loungeroom window at the steelgrey sea, tipped with frothy white caps. ‘Winter is almost the nicest season. There are always surfers and we can watch the whales – this is where they have their calves, and we see their tails splashing and the spray from their blowholes.’
