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Post #113 Sunday 23 June 2019 – Pretty Balmoral

June 23, 2019 by MG 1 Comment

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Sunday 23 June 2019

The lovely thing about Sydney, well there are many but this is also one of them, is that even when it is overcast it can be very pretty.

I was at Mosman last week during the week, a bit of an event because I don’t go over the Bridge so much these days. Afterward I dropped down from the steep ridge that Military Road follows, to the pretty harbour beach, Balmoral (surf beach for the under threes). I had a nostalgic and quality fish and chips from the Bottom of the Harbour fish and chip shop, which I think has been there about 20 years, loyally taking cash only and reminding some of us of scandalous tax avoidance schemes from the days of when…

It was an overcast day. A steady number of citizens walked their dogs along the foreshore. I have always liked the somewhat art deco style of the concrete foreshore walkway, complemented by the little bridge across the isthmus which you can just see at the end of the beach here in one of my afternoon snaps.

Bottom of the Harbour – tax schemes from the past

MG xx
Both sides of the Bridge

Post #4 Tuesday 11 October 2016 – Burleigh Head, the Gold Coast

October 26, 2016 by MG Leave a Comment

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Post #4 Tuesday 11 October 2016 – Burleigh Head, the Gold Coast

It is my birthday! And I spent a overcast afternoon on a lovely beach at Burleigh Head. These are the Norfolk pines that stand behind the beach, and the gathering clouds above them.

Toward the end of the day I suddenly got famished (I had a version of that enormous appetite the surfers get). We rushed up to the local club which was just next to these trees, signed ourselves in and bolted down some piping hot chips with cold dry cider.

Then we headed home for warm showers.

We had the best place to stay for the break away: two rooms and a huge eating and living area with balconies and windows all around, and two bathrooms one with a bath (so that one is for me). And all of this just 2 minutes from the beach. We had booked only when we got to Coolangatta airport and searched the internet. Hahaha I love doing things that way.

Here is the view from the balcony looking north to the Gold Coast:

Here is the view from the balcony looking south to Burleigh:

Later on my birthday we went to dinner at an excellent fish and chips place where they only had plastic cutlery and salt in little packets and the fish was great – I had beer battered whiting. On the wall of the fish joint there were many historic photos of fishing in the area including photos depicting fishing triumphs of the original owner of the fish place. In one photo the bounty was incredible – the catch spread out and covering a great area of the dock where the fish were sorted and got ready for freezing.

There was one very strange photo showing men and women on a lookout on the beach aiming rifles out to sea. The caption read “Shooting sharks following whales”. I never heard of a shark following a whale. The only occasion of sharks and whales I ever heard of was in Moby Dick. Those sharks were interested in the dead whales that were strapped to the sides of the whalers. Melville’s sharks were called “drilling sharks” – a macabre invention if it was a literary device.

xx MG

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Post #1 Sunday 25 September 2016 – La Perouse Congwong Beach

October 26, 2016 by MG Leave a Comment

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The adventure this morning to La Perouse was lovely. It has always been a favourite place in Sydney. I collected my car yesterday from the repairer where it has been forever. So to celebrate its’ liberation, I took the car for a spin. It rained a little – just enough to make the colours on the sandstone at Congwong beach warm and rich. I had a few snaps taken and took more myself. I have included some here as people ask me for photos (there will be more posted in due course, just snaps in the meantime). This is your glamorous aunt being very casual in sneakers and pony tail.

MG doing sneakers, September 2016

MG doing a contemplative pony tail thing, September 2016

And here is a picture of some of the sandstone we saw. I have included this image because it reminds me of the paintings of Kimberley aboriginal artist Paddy Bedford. I am very partial to the idea that the painter can change the way you see. You no longer see a palm tree, you see a Brett Whitely palm tree.

In this instance, in the image just below, I can’t look at the pattern on this rock without “seeing” Paddy Bedford’s record of an ancient songline retelling some vision of relationships, landscape and history. If you can’t see that kind of significance in the sandstone well that is _O_K_ 🙂 You can leave the aesthetic divining to your visionary glamorous aunt 🙂 🙂 🙂

And an example of Paddy Bedford’s painting:

And this is a randomly lovely wedge-shaped piece of pink sandstone:

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xx MG