We are staying with my daughter, Sarah, during our eleven week stay in Australia. She has a bijou apartment in Cremorne, a suburb of Sydney. By the end of our stay I suspect she will be more than ready to evict me and have me deported from the country.
Cremorne is hilly and picturesque. Walking down the hill from the apartment brings us to a long harbour walk with great views across the bay. As you walk through the parkland, hidden behind a green picket fence is one of Sydney’s best-kept secrets, a rock pool adjacent to the sea. This idyllic spot, with Sydney Harbour for a backdrop, dates back to the1920s and is free for swimmers to use. Paul says this reads like a bloody travel brochure. He's right and I apologise.
|I like to keep my head above water when I swim|
Sometimes we catch a ferry from the harbour across to the city centre. The walk back up the hill is tough so if we see a bus we just hop on and take a ride. Sadly we can’t take Buddy on the bus.
There are some fine wine bars and restaurants just down the road including a dubious bar by the name of The Pickled Possum. It has a dimly lit, slightly dingy interior and is popular with karaoke fans. Sarah has suggested it’s not a suitable venue for her very respectable mum but I might need to judge that for myself.