Shitting in one's own nest

In Tower Reserve, between The Citadel and The Bulwark, stands the crag of Walter Burley Griffin's castle. It bears a residual resemblance to WBG's memories of Edinburgh's dominating Castle Rock, but only on a good day, and if the wind is from the right direction. On Google map, there appears to be an extensive Tower Reserve, but in reality development has encroached on the lower reaches, with backyards using it as an uncontested 'extension'. WBG was not involved in the development long enough to ensure safeguards were in place to show this landscape feature to its best advantage.

With my trusty stick, I beat my way along a series of paths/walking tracks/goat tracks in the general direction my country-girl head dictated. These goat-tracks are well sign-posted, which is a blessing. Gingerly, I made my ascent, and was well-rewarded. Facing south, I could easily see Centrepoint Tower, and facing East ... voila ... the Pacific Ocean in the distance with Sailors Bay in the foreground. The houses in the the mid-ground must be at Seaforth, indicating that the Spit Bridge is not too far away.