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.