Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Graffitti, or more grammatically graffitto, on Mrs Wilson's shop (circa 1910) at the Charlton Street-Railway Street roundabout.
Thank yer, that graffitist, this is much better than the usual tags.
Would've sworn on a stack of beer bottles I had a photo of Mrs Wilson's circa 1910 shop. But diligent searching on Flickr turns up nowt. Buggeration!
This is the Belinda K, a local working boat. She's a familiar sight to those on the ferry out of Woy Woy. She's moored at a private jetty on Brick Wharf Road.
Presumably the owner's house is just across the road. That'd cut down on yer commuting time, wouldn't it? You could totter across the road still clutching yer breakfast coffee cup, cast off and putt off down the channel coffee still in hand.
I rabbit on a bit about catching the ferry so here's where I catch it from. "Woy Woy Public Wharf" as it says on the sign. In the background there's the commercial wharf, the fish and chip shop all the tourists go to, the CWA and, behind the CWA, Roma.
The park (right, where the tree is) is where the Woy Woy to Gosford Fun Run leaves from. It's coming up again soon. Better start training for it.
Barely a step from Bustling Downtown Woy Woy and a nowt but short stagger from the pub.
The questions below arrived in a very straightforward email. I know what curious buggers you all are so here's my answers for all to enjoy:
Hi.. I just found your site recently and I love the blog.. I have a couple of questions..
1. How old are you?
I have not long been dragged kicking and screaming into my third decade.
2. What do you do for a living that you can walk in the daytime?
I am a freelance correcter of other people's theses.
3. Where are all the people? .. It looks like scenes from Stephen King's The Stand.. kind of creepy..
You are not the first to ask.
Woy Woy is at its busiest on sunny weekends when the roads are clogged with boats in the mornings and afternoons and the fish and chip shop clogged with tourists all day.
On weekdays there's the Dawn Walkers and their dogs, then the commuters, then a bit of a hiatus until the commuters come home and the pub shuts. On pension cheque days the pavements are chockers with Dear Old Things called Mabel walking very slowly to the supermarket.
Thanks.. Keep those house pictures coming..
Yer welcome. I will.