March 31, Day 91. Decked out

When I grew up in Brisbane there was no such thing as a deck - verandas yes but decks no. But now the deck is often the best room in the house.
At our place, opening up the bi-fold doors and sitting on the deck overlooking the pool and the trees is about as good as life gets.
This morning we got to show off the house to my father-in-law Simon for the first time and naturally the first thing we did was go outside the house to the deck.
It's dead impressive when you've just come from an English winter.
What I love about this pic is the three generations of men just sitting and chewing the fat over a cuppa