Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Brick Wharf Road

Brick Wharf Road is where I finished up my every-street walk of Woy Woy last September.

Brick Wharf Road


From my September 2005 post:
The Woy Woy Tunnel was built in the 1880s. It's the longest railway tunnel in NSW, has 10 million bricks in it, is 1791 metres long (1.11 miles) and takes three minutes to go through on the train. Rock Davis (local mover & shaker after whom Davistown is named) brought the bricks in by boat to the wharf and they were moved to the tunnel site on the rails already laid this side of the tunnel. Hence Brick Wharf and Brick Wharf Road. (Read the rest or see the photos)

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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Black clouds rolling in from Gosford. Lions Park and private jetties with Pelican Island and Davistown in the background. Lions Park runs beside Brick Wharf Road.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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Woy Woy narrowest house? I don't remember a narrower one and I've walked every street and seen every house on the Peninsula.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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"Perfect for redevelopment" says the sign. Bugger that. Just do a nice reno and add on a veranda please.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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A very calm-looking house. Something of a farmhouse air about it with its post-and-rail fence and wide-hipped roof.

Those lights behind the house are at the footy oval. Some sort of kiddies training or something happening there today. I could hear the PA system halfway down the road.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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Some bugger's always parked in front of the blue house and I can never get a head-on shot of it.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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I'm going to say Federation Bungalow for this one. Though, looking at the line of the main roof, it could be that the original house was a cottage and it was just renovated and added to when bungalows came into style (circa 1890 - circa 1915). Whichever it is, it's a beautfully balanced shape.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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Love this place. The shape, the colours, the age, those lovely frangipannis. Around 1900 I think. Need another look at its chimney.

Brick Wharf Road Woy Woy
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From the age of the materials there was a reno in the last 15 years and a repaint in the last five. Looking at the chipping on the windowsill under the veranda (not under the carport), the style of the windowsill and the chimney, I'm going to put the main part of this house (under the main roof) at circa 1890. Could be a couple of decades older but I'm hedging my bets.

The veranda wall, the front fence and the carport have the crisp clean lines of the very new, as young as five years maybe.

The middle roof I don't know about. The windowsill looks old but it also looks untouched by the ravages of time and it certainly doesn't match the sill on the main part of the house. Scratch it and I bet it's concrete.

All up, whatever the original date of the house turns out to be, it's a beauty. Good colours, well-made and maintained and just the right amount of decoration.

Blackwall Mountain from Brick Wharf
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The dingy's been sinking for months. 'Passen' the name on the back is.

As you can see there were no fifties houses on Brick Wharf Road though there are a few unfortunate seventies and eighties fuglies up at the station end. It's one of the older streets on the Peninsula and one of the nicest. Haven't been along it for a while and I'd forgotten just how nice it is. There's the Memorial Park and the Lions Park along one side and the water and Pelican Island beyond them. You're never out of sight of water all the way along it. Very nice.

Quickie
Cyclone Monica is no more. Darwin escapes worst of Monica and no-one killed.

Kudos
You have Fuckkit to thank for giving me a kick up the arse about widening my columns so the photos don't overlap the links column. Pop over and leave some cake.

2 comments:

Inexplicable DeVice said...

I found myself holding my breath and sucking myself in while looking at the narrowest house in Woy Woy pic!

* grudgingly thanks Fuckkit * Bah!

Spike said...

LOL.

I imagine the inhabitant sitting in a very narrow armchair of a night, watching a very narrow telly drinking weak tea from a very thin cup with his elbows carefully tucked in.