Mr Wynd, 83, makes a set of furniture every two weeks which he paints and donates to either St Vinnies or the Salvos.

His daily routine usually involves making his wife of 56 years breakfast in bed before setting off on his walk around Warrnambool.

“I do the town via Pontings,” he said. 

“He likes walking and he likes shopping,” his wife Mavis said.

While he has a car, he rarely uses it to pick up timber because he prefers to walk. 

“It helps me fill the day in,” Mr Wynd said. “If they’ve got more than I can carry home in one load of timber, I’ll go back for a second.

“There’s no red gum or heavy stuff, it’s all light pine. I get what I consider I can carry home all right.

“At this stage I think I’ve got enough common sense not to overload myself.”

The walk home from Pontings also involves carting the timber uphill.

“I see him coming down the drive and I say, ‘get a ute’,” Mrs Wynd said.

“He had a bad back once too. He was a builder all his life and he was told to walk and it got into his blood I think. He just walks and walks.”

When the couple moved to Warrnambool from Mortlake 13 years ago, Mr Wynd began volunteering at St Vinnies helping with delivery van pick-ups. 

“My shoulders gave out and someone said, ‘give it away’,” he said. “So then I started making these things for the Salvos and St Vinnies then.”

That was eight years ago.

Mr Wynd spends two or three hours a day working in his shed making children’s chairs and tables, seats and other furniture.

“One of the St Vinnies employees said, ‘every kid in Warrnambool would have one of those chairs’.”

Even a nasty fall two years ago hasn’t stopped Mr Wynd making his daily trip down the street saying “it only makes progress slower”.

He had to start using a walking stick on his daily walks around town after tripping on a kerb.

A passerby brought him home but his knee began to swell up. The next day he got Mavis to call an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

“They X-rayed it three times over a period of about a week and they said the knee cap itself had hairline fractures in it similar to an egg shell,” he said.

Luckily, he was soon back on his feet. 

“I’m too independent,” he said. “The only time I didn’t like walking was when I make a duck at the cricket.”