As many of you will already know, each weekend my father - who is 88 - and I go on an expedition of sorts somewhere in our city. I pack a thermos and two collapsible chairs and some biscuits and we are off!
Last Saturday we went to Sydney Park which is in the inner-city suburb of St Peters, a small working class suburb very close to where my father married my mother in 1944.
We spent 2 hours sitting with the sun on our backs, sipping coffee and chatting with everyone who walked past us: whether walking themselves, their dogs, playing with toy planes or pushing a bike. It was a most enjoyable morning. These photos show one reason why. There will be more to come over the next couple of days.
The grin on Dad's face was to die for ... he even sang me three songs: There is a Green Hill Far Away, The Grand old Duke of York, and a recruitment tune for the army!!
|Sydney Park, the old Bee-hive kilns, St Peters|