Welcome back, Winifred!

Yesterday I went by train into the CBD, then hopped onto the first bus that came along.  It was headed for Little Bay and the hospital there, Prince Henry, is where my father died in 1969, aged 61. Here's a pic of the building, which is no longer a hospital, but just sits there empty, though a small part is a museum, open only on Sundays.

The bus trip took about 45 minutes, as Little Bay is at the furthest point south on the map, at the entrance to Botany Bay:

Have a look at a map of Sydney:  http://www.sydney-suburbs.com.au/


Of course, it brought back some sad memories.  I had not been out that way in all the intervening years.  I was pregnant at the time with Philip, who arrived after his grandfather's death.

The area is being developed, with lots of duplexes and apartment blocks which will have beautiful views over the golf courses to the ocean.  What prime real estate!


Lovely to find your comment just now, Winifred.  Tell your Philip he absolutely MUST come and see us when he's in Sydney.

Cheating just a little bit

Feeling very pleased with myself after yesterday's blog attempt, I set off a while ago with my camera to take photos of trees/gardens/parks in Hornsby, the next suburb.  But I can't figure out how to save them, so got these two (which are quite similar to the ones I took myself) from the Internet:

There's no doubt about it, Sydney councils do great work with parks and children's playgrounds.

Welcome back, Michael!

 What a relief to find your comment just now, Michael!  I was on the point of sending you a card via snail mail, but now I don't have to.  You can't imagine how frustrating it is to have lost contact with everybody!  It seems Philip is still working on my old computer but he doesn't tell me when I'm likely to get it back.


Since I don't understand if I can save photos anywhere on this new machine, I haven't taken any, and am trying to put one here from the Internet, but so far it seems to have floated off into cyberspace as it certainly hasn't appeared here.  Bear with me and I'll have another go.

Golly, it worked this time!  That's great.  This photo of The Rocks represents what I plan to do over the next few months:  explore in minute detail all the suburbs of Sydney.  Most of my friends are shooting off all over the globe - at great expense and discomfort, if you ask me - while I'm going to do mini-journeys.  (Somebody else had the same idea and the photographic result is currently showing at the Museum of Sydney.)


I really am in love with Sydney and can't believe my good fortune in actually living here again.  It is a joy to just pick a spot and wander round.  (Have a look for yourself: 
http://www.sydney.com/.)


Nor can I believe how many trees we have!  It's like living in a forest.  (Again, have a look for yourself:  http://www.google.com.au/search?q=trees+in+sydney+streets&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi&biw=1026&bih=469)

It's almost 1pm and I'd better get dressed, ready for my exercise class, HeartMoves.

Back from the dead!

After all this time I've found my blog again!  Truly, I'd been wondering for ages what it's called as I'd completely forgotten, and I finally came across it just now after searching every blog in cyberspace, for hours and hours.  No pic today as I truly wasn't expecting to find it so quickly, but the last one will do just as well, as it's raining again today.  I think it's been raining for weeks.  Cold and windy, too, which is only to be expected as it's winter in the Antipodes.


A virus attacked my laptop ages ago and when I told Philip he rolled his eyes and did what any IT person would to - put repairing it at the bottom of his List of Things to Do.  But after watching me suffer from severe withdrawal symptoms for weeks on end, he eventually softened and walked in one night with a smaller version of a laptop.  All very well, but of course it doesn't have any of my old files, so I no longer have anybody's email address.  So if that's you, please email me so I can get it.