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| Tambourine Bay |
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Hanging Rock
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| A goblin bridge |
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| Ben's tee shirt passed to G.ma |
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| Tambourine Bay |
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| A broom |
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| An historic well -originally built by Thomas Duckworth |
Before embarking on the morning's walk the Group took a short stroll along an adjoining path to view the historic well originally built by Thomas Duckworth in 1833. Fresh water from this well supplied water to local residents - it is located in a little dell reached by cobbled steps. What one reads on the little plaque seems not to measure up to little bits of internet research, but no matter, an Historic well it is. Let's not worry too much about that now.
From here we followed the track along the foreshore to St Ignatius' rowing club. That path enticed, lined as it is with great sandstone walls and rock formations, mysterious in their grandeur and their sense of place in spite of intruding man marauders with their machinery and environment devastation; they remain sternly steadfast if somewhat solitary .
The water , the river alongside is home to a bay-full of some of Sydney's thousands of boats.
Very soon, long skinny eel like pure white boats, or are they kayaks, came in to view indicating that we were on site of St Ignatius' boatshed. A solitary boat person was busy doing what you'd do with ropes in a boat shed. Not a lithe muscled young student from the out of sight College but perhaps a grandpa or a long serving shed supervisor. He was unfussed by the bevy of older gals descending on his workplace.
Steps and steps, dark, led up and up the hill. Interesting remnants such as an odd arch and a concrete bollard were evidence of activity on the shoreline long ago.
Back through the hanging rocks and the tready soft path to the shady park of Tambourine Bay. Sap oozed from giant gums dotted through prickly pointy beginnings of mangroves, spindly she oaks and lantanta and noxious weeds and beautiful tree ferns and angophora and a red flowering tree lighting up the shade, flaky bark above and underfoot.
An easy path led through more shade, more rocks, a trickling baby waterfall until a Jacaranda tree showed up and we knew we were about to enter surburbia so with an about turn we repeated the scenic path in reverse back to cars, Blossom, a little cafe with nice coffee and iced coffee and quite the nicest Nepalese shop nearby which kept us browsing awhile.
Walkers: Donna, Jane, Moira, Wendy, Marie-Claire, Pippa, Carolle
