This afternoon it is raining and has been since midday. According to the forecast it will continue until tomorrow early afternoon, all of which suits us well. Saturday morning, if the gods are smiling upon us, we should be able to walk to the station to begin our rather convoluted journey to New Zealand. Our older two children who have travelled two or three times as much as we had at that age, are concerned for our wellbeing, flying Air Argentina. We on the other hand are totally fatalistic about these matters.
This morning we drove out to Kurnell after crawling around the suburb of Sylvania Waters just north of our camp. If for nothing else, Sylvania Waters is famous for the family who foolishly exposed their lives to the world in a reality television show, and found their lives were never the same again, to their detriment. It is a lovely suburb with many beautiful homes adjacent to manmade canals in Gwarley Bay, one of the bays tucked away on the greater Botany Bay.
When we were here last year, we caught the train through from Lane Cove, through the city and down to Cronulla, then a bus out to Sutherland Point where Captain Cook landed at Botany Bay. I remember the day as dull, and the vista across Botany Bay as a dreary view of port and industry, mangroves and swamp. Today, from the vehicle, Kurnell didn’t offer a whole lot more but we are both very impressed with the upper harbour. These parts of South Sydney should not be sniffed at.
We hopped out to find something to go with our rather scant cut lunch, but only found the cold wind and no inclination to take advantage of the excellent walking paths around the Botany Bay National Park.
Instead we retreated to Cronulla, found some excellent calorie loaded extras and a park to consume all. It was then the rain began so we finished our day tripping somewhat prematurely after driving westward to explore Lilli Pilli and the lovely suburbs all around, all situated on the north side of Port Hacking, the third coastal indent of greater Sydney (Port Jackson aka Sydney Harbour, Botany Bay and Port Hacking)
Our travel exploits will now go on hold until we return from catching up with all our family and meeting the youngest new edition, Aurelia Rose Frances. So as they say, hasta huego or à bientôt until the end of June.