Only things and angles of things seen from the water are in this post.
The bridge nestled into a bit of bush at the Daleys Point end. The other end is at Booker Bay.
The Rip Bridge
Old wooden boat in Hardys Bay. Is it me or does this boat have a certain ferry-ness about its lines?
Ramp to St Huberts Island. A very well-known feature of the landscape to locals but a sloping ramp to an island is probably not a common sight.
It's not as steep as it looks. A person with a 40-a-day habit could get up there without an ambulance.
From the road and other shores all you can really see of Daleys Point is all those balconied houses from the 1970s to now.
But nestled in among them, dozing in the sun, are little old houses bearing witness to the price of land on the waterfront just a few decades ago.
1950s and 1940s houses nestled down among the big balconied houses.
Merritts Wharf, at the end of Rickard Road Empire Bay.
Meritts Wharf Estate 1912
The "Anniversary Day" referred to in that link is now called Australia Day
Perched above Merrits Wharf on Rickard Road Empire Bay. You can see it in the photo above.
The style could be Federation Arts & Crafts and it could be Federation Queen Anne (both circa 1890 - c. 1915) but I think it's Victorian Rustic Gothic (circa 1840 - c. 1890) with its Rustic ripped off. The Rustic bits are generally wooden bargeboards and that rough-ish stone you can just see under all that ivy.
There are only a few houses I really fancy. This is one of them.
Clean forgot to blog yesterday. Got to bed at dawn. Still got that stunned mullet feeling today. Off to another barbie in a bit. Sunshine, bit of breeze, the scent of firelighters, beer and sausage sangers. Bliss.
Ghost Ship by New Found Hero (Glen Holdaway) on Flickr. Clicking on the "go large" link is recommended.
Dear Old Games
Been thinking about death and old age recently, what with losing so many of my own oldies. My grandmothers were both in their nineties but my grandfathers died young and all around me are old men drinking themeselves into the grave. I'm fucked if I'll end up like that.
My Gran and Olive Riley were good Dear Old Role Models. I'm aiming for the way Gran and Olive did it and the way the Masters Games crowd are doing it.
On the telly last week there was a thing about some bloke of around 70 who rode 50 kays to get to the start line and then won his race then entered another. Can't find the bloody link but I remember he planned to ride home after. Bugger me, that's fit.
Aussie Aussie Aussie
Posted a couple of weeks back about the Woy Woy local at the Beijing Paralympics and missed a perfect opportunity to start a chant:
Aussie Aussie Aussie! Woy Woy Woy!
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