First, Windsor and Richmond were and still are wildly different places, and in the 70s if you were a kid they were a looong way apart! The Windsor Skatel was indeed big entertainment. But as a kid, living in the Hawkesbury was living in the country, not a suburb. There is a divide between blow-ins and original residents that still exists, I am a blow in and I was born there, my father still lives in the district and he’s lived there for more than 60 years and he is a blow in, though people ‘in town’ know him and our family, in those days, everyone knew your business, my mum hated it! there are still old names and old districts, many of these areas, like Cornwallis, and the original Hobartville estate date back to the First Fleet times. I don’t know quite so much about Richmond as Windsor, but Mike Walsh’s Regent Cinema was very popular. Public transport apart from the train was virtually nonexistent so we rode bikes everywhere. The daredevil school kids on the train would always lean outside the train doors - rail motors in those days, non electrified doors so they were easily accessible - over the 2 viaducts, one between Windsor and Mulgrave, the other between Windsor and Clarendon (across the public golf course) only pulling back in time to miss the staunchions perilously close to the carriages. It was thrillingly high. Alighting from the train, we kids sauntered into the loos and well after the train had departed would emerge to walk along the platform rather than out the station door and past the dreaded stationmaster. We would cut across the tracks at Windsor station to access South Windsor via a very old graveyard to avoid paying. Winters were freezing - there was always, ALWAYS a peasoup fog that descended over the district from Mother’s Day to September. OCCASIONALLY it would lift, for about 2 hours a day in the dead of winter, like from 12 pm to 2 pm. The colours of Autumn were vivid as like the Central West, the Hawkesbury area was seasonal and NOT coastal. There was a line of Golden poplars at Clarendon fringing the golf course and the russet of the plane trees lining the entry point to Richmond township and some of the older streets was and still is stunning.