In the 60s and 70s, Hobsonville village only had a butcher, a grocer/post office/petrol station, and a dairy. There were about 70 houses for Air Force personel in the village, and down by the water 30 more houses, an Air Force marine facility, and grass airstrip. Elsewhere there wasn't much for miles except, paddocks, trees, mangroves, and the smell of clay and cow shit. Hobsonville had a certain bucolic charm, and I loved the place.
