Carolle's Walking Group: Walk 19 Greenwich

Not too huffy puffy on this walk, short, some surprises, splendid views, contentment all round.
From Greernwich Road we headed towards those great big ugly tanks which faded as Harbour views, Birchgrove, Cockatoo Island, distant Iron Cove bridge hove into view Greenwich itself is a haven of interesting old homes, some good architecture in streets which assume a sultry surburban contentment and self satisfaction. On a peninsula going nowhere other than Greenwich it serves a satisfactory containment, almost seclusion from the rest of Sydney and most certainly from the hustle bustle of the city.
Our path led to Manns Point with magnificent views, this way and that, charmingly peaceful on a Tuesday morning. Down through the hole in the fence we went, down the steps and even some more steps to the hidden foreshore low on a path towards the Greenwich Sailing Club. All quiet there. Through a bit of parkland to iconic Greenwich Baths, old, a little beach, not an inch of bling, no chrome, no glitz, just the baths, the beach, the timber beach chairs and benches just like some old sepia photographs from long ago. Moira and Linzi inspected an astonishing hanging-in-limbo tree root base on a construction site - see photo below.
After The Baths, we found Greenwich Park adjacent to the Ferry just below the edge of the cliff.
The rocky path around the Point and above the confluence of the two rivers was shaded by trees and bush above the short rocky path from where we could see the oyster encrusted rocks below.
The beached orange kayak offered a brief photo stop. Rather too quickly the walk was all over and into Shell Park we went to join the Greenwich road back to the cafe to meet Donna for coffee.