The place – south of Sydney
The time – 1937-1954
The people – A zany combination of old and young, the best and the worst, including brother Norm who stows chewing gum behind the ear and Alf the self-appointed grinder of bones at the Woronora Crematorium.
Everyone knows of the bush track from Sutherland – that required neck-to-knee synchronisation – in order to reach Prince Edward Park and the pristine Woronora River. One chap found the ambience of the track so inviting he hung around for days – by a rope around his neck.
Would you go prawning in the dark because Woronora is supposed to mean river-of-no-sharks? And can you blame Vince for going berserk with the bread knife or Bill Bogart running down the Crescent in the nuddy?
Woronora should provide you with a chuckle or a lump in the throat in every scene.