Sometimes you don’t know how much you miss something until you experience it again. When I lived in Mortdale I visited Oatley Park several times a month – sometimes several times a week. But now that I’m a whole 7.8km away (according to Google Maps) my visits have become more scarce.
Yesterday’s visit was the first in almost a year (or perhaps more). It was on a glorious morning. I walked my usual circuit around the Oatley Park peninsula. Half way, I sat down on ‘my’ rock overlooking Lime Kiln Bay, an inlet that flows into Georges River further on. It was so still, although not quiet due to some cockatoos nearby. The sun was so warm that even at 9.30am I was able to sunbathe with only a t-shirt.








