Monday, 8 April 2013

How long is a piece of string?

Before you can assess the length of that proverbial piece of string, it is necessary to find a beginning, and once found, an ending. My piece of string is a narrative - a story arc. Something that I scrabbled around in the dregs of this keyboard for all last week.

The fog may have risen, but that did not necessarily mean that I could see clearly now. I was still blinkered by a hankering after colonial-Sydney. Poor, silly me.

So I scheduled in some meanders around my new digs, sticking to streets, and paved paths so as not to cause my daughter unnecessary angst. I take my mobile with me, and give a return time. If I deplore being molly-coddled, then I have to think ahead. Not easy for the obstinant, and pig-headed, I do admit.

The arc of this small suburban settlement is determined by its physical attributes. Castlecrag sits upon a knobbly finger of peninsula that juts into Middle Harbour, barely 7kms north of the Sydney CBD. To understand the genesis, and growth of this glade, one must start from the natural world. Not a bad place to start.


Joe said...

Looking forward to hearing about the the further gems your exploration will uncover.

head in the sun said...

Those are very lovely trees.
I bet they feel lovely and smooth.
Is that a little seat under them?

Julie Storry said...

Yes, a little seat, Letty. The entire suburb is littered with places to sit and think, and walkways to meander through the landscape, be it built or natural.

Kay L. Davies said...

The first photo is wonderful, Julie. And the suburb does look very pretty, especially if it has lots of sitting and thinking places.
However, I can understand your nostalgia for your old haunts. You photographed every corner of your part of Sydney and made it your own in a very special way.
I hope it isn't too long a time until you have captured the feeling of your new digs as well.
Good luck with being molly-coddled when you'd much prefer independence. I'll never forget the winter my parents had to move in with me because I was so sick. It was all but unbearable on my good days, but I was very grateful for their presence on my bad days.

Joan Elizabeth said...

Well nature is always a good place to start. There are some very pretty places in the leafy suburbs.