We are going through a long hot patch in Sydney at the moment. It’s been 30C or more everyday for almost a month (with only one or two exceptions), and the forecast is for more right into April.
The fan, and more often than I like, the air-con, has been on constantly, day and night.
At least some of the plants seem to be liking the weather. Our roses are actually flourishing, with practically no additional watering.
I also did a reconnaissance of the northern end of the Maroubra Beach. There is a rock pool, Mahon Pool, that may have been a good bet if the swell was off-shore, but certainly not on the day of my visit.
It certainly gave you a good view of the sandstone cliffs.
And a spectacular view of the coastline beyond.
But with the big surf, it drew crowds wanting to get up close and personal with the ocean – without getting too wet.
I preferred to keep my distance from the edge and take my photos from relative safety. I think the ocean was mesmerising wherever you stood that day.
Those waves were really impressive, but not for those up for a swim.
The main beach had been closed for swimming a few days that week, so for those wanting a dip it was time to head to the southern end.
At this end was a more sheltered spot for a quiet dip. Surrounded by the green hill of the Malabar peninsula and the sand dunes, you could be mistaken you’re in a little coastal hamlet.
The water was clear, and although not deep, was enough to be refreshing.
And safe enough to introduce the little ones to the water too.
It’s amazing that even after living in Sydney for much of my life, I can still find plenty of places that I have never visited. Maroubra Beach is one of them. I must say that I like it a lot.
It’s a longer beach than either Coogee or Bondi, and far less developed. Not a large-scale developments on the beach front in sight, which is a relief.
On a weekday, it’s only me, a few swimmers, and the surfers, who were busy tackling the big swell.
In fact, the waves were so good that the surfers bear couldn’t take their eye off the action.
I enjoyed Joan’s recent posts about the State Library NSW, so on a recent flying visit, I snuck in a few more shots to add to my ‘from above’ collection.
The student army still dress in jeans, but their tools have changed significantly since the days when I was at school. Just think that 20 years ago, there would barely be a laptop in sight. Now, one hardly sees anyone wielding a pen.
And what’s this, but a few escapees from the professional world? I suppose you must have somewhere to hide in the big city.
At the northern end of Barangaroo is the newly-opened Barangaroo Reserve. Yes, it’s parkland that’s been added back into the city!
It’s been landscaped with thousands of sandstone blocks that have been quarried from the site, and planted with species that are indigenous to the peninsula. It salutes its indigenous past with many Aboriginal place names on the site.
I love the sandstone blocks which came in all shapes and colours.
The park also has great views of the harbour, down to the Anzac Bridge.
And across Walsh Bay to the Harbour Bridge.
When the entire Barangaroo is open, we’ll be able to walk along the entire foreshore from Woolloomooloo all the way to Darling Harbour. I think it’s a brilliant addition to the city.
Sydney is a city that changes all the time, and the western part of the CBD is an area that has changed the most. It’s been named Barangaroo, named after the wife of Bennelong, a powerful Cammeraygal woman, and wife of Bennelong, who lived at the time of first European contact. The point was part of the land of the Cadigal people, and the shores of Darling Harbour was an important site for collecting cockles and oysters.
The area was gradually used as a port area in the 19th Century, and was seized by the government at the turn of the century for sole use as a port. It was abandoned in the late 20th Century when changes in shipping required a much larger port, and Sydney’s port was moved to Botany Bay.
In 2006, this was how the area looked. Most of the previous buildings have been knocked down, just a few warehouses left.
The area was then cleared in preparation for Catholic World Youth Day in 2008.
Nowadays, the site looks completely different. The southern part of the site is now dominated by new skyscrapers that completely dwarf the buildings around it.
However, it is the northern half that I like the most. More in the next post.
I certainly came back from Japan with a lot of photos, and it inspired me to paint a few scenes. I’ve only tackled them in miniature at the moment. These watercolour paintings are all postcard-sized.
The bamboo forest of Arashiyama.
A snowy rendition of Mount Fuji.
It’s been awhile since I’ve done an update on our beagle, Bridie. She is a senior citizen now, almost reaching the ripe old age of 13.
She looks very different now to when I first saw her, 6 years ago. Except for the cheeky look in her eyes, which hasn’t changed.
Now she’s more inclined to rest during the day, preferably in her favourite seat. After kicking us off, of course.
But there’s still plenty of life left in them old legs, particularly if a beach walk is on the cards. That’s when she reverts back to puppydom, dashing, splashing, and sniffing like there’s no tomorrow.
It wasn’t all doom and gloom this summer. We have also had some glorious evenings – the kind with skies so gorgeous that I couldn’t help but drop everything but enjoy it before it was gone.
Static and Silence 