So close to Centennial Park by distance, so far by style.
Trumper Park has been left to fend for itself, pretty much. And is the better because of it. This pond typifies its style. It bubbles from nowhere, and disappears just as mysteriously. It is covered, engulfed, by weed, but is a most private and joyous place for contemplative privacy.
Tomorrow: looking over the Paddington escarpment from the high track through Trumper Park.