It’s almost a year since I last saw a large body of water — I cherish those memories of walking on Valla Beach at sunrise and sunset in January last year.
So, feeling confident now about my capabilities and limitations, I took myself on a little excursion yesterday, making the most of my pensioner travel concession. It’s a half hour train trip from home into Milsons Point station, nestled right at the foot of the Sydney Harbour Bridge northern pylon. There are cafes, parks, harbour foreshore walks, extraordinary views of the underside of our massive bridge, two ferry wharves within walking distance of each other — not to mention the harbour, and a clear view straight across to the Sydney Opera House. It was an adventure.
Simply being there on a mild, sunny morning made me feel like a child filled with wonderment. The salty scent of harbour water, the people strolling, the harbour views — such gifts.
I had a little dream that I might catch a ferry — get out there on that glorious, sparkling water and feel the cool breeze on my face. Noisy crowds and flagging energy put an end to that idea — but it’s alive and well and tucked away for a quieter day later in the year.
Instead, my trusty walking stick and I idled back up the hill to a Kirribilli streetside café where I sat beneath shady trees sipping a decaf latte and reading my book. Heaven.
There are other spots on the harbour and on the Hawkesbury River that I can reach by shortish train journeys. They’re calling me to come, on future days when the weather is mild and welcoming.
spirit dance walking
propelling my tardy legs
sun glints on harbour