After all the traveling and events in early March, it was nice to have a few quiet weeks at home in Woonona. One day I did a bit of a “visual journal” on my daily hour+ walk through local beaches and environs. McCauley’s beach is an off-leash “dog beach” nearby, where humans are allowed as well. Dogs are definitely a prominent part of South Coast culture.
Sandon Point’s historyRocky formations near Sandon BeachThe far end of McCauley’s BeachI noticed many yellow flowers as I walked. These are Banksia flowers, native to AustraliaI didn’t realise how highly poisonous these Green Centrum flowers areDelicate wild yellow hibiscusYellow bells, originally from South America, that flourish in NSWKids were riding their e-bikes to school along the beach-side Coastal Track
The family put a lot of energy into planning Evie’s Harry Potter-themed 8th birthday party. She designed and helped make both a Monster Book of Monster’s decoy cake, and the real birthday cake, which was “Everlyn’s Book of Spells.” All her grandparents were there, plus her extended family and families of her friends. Everyone was invited to dress as a Harry Potter character: dress-up/costume/fancy-dress parties are quite the norm for Jon and Angela’s family and friend group. Most of the adults chilled on the back patio while the kids and some adults, including me dressed as Professor McGonagall, played some very creative Harry Potter themed games.
Finally, after having been in Australia for three months, I gave myself permission to indulge in a rare treat for me – sitting on the beach, reading a book without any time or commitment pressure. Of course, I tried to do it in the minimal Aussie way with no umbrella, just a wide-brimmed hat. The small folding chair showed my American beachgoer side, but I needed it 😀 I was enjoying my friend Rev. Alison Moore’s relatively new release, “To Rule Brittania.”
My annual travel and ministry trip around Australia ended with visiting biological and church family in Victoria. Possibly because I was fairly exhausted by then, I didn’t take nearly as many photos as I usually do. I stayed in the Melbourne suburb of Box Hill, where my mother’s family had lived two generations ago, and where her parents had met. My colleague Rev. Martin Pennington and I started a fun touristy day at the Docklands area of Melbourne, which was all new to me. We also had an hilarious time at an art installation designed for taking optical illusion photos. The next day I visited with my mostly elderly relatives on my father’s side of the family, on the other side of Melbourne from Box Hill. No photos to show for it, but nonetheless good to have caught up with each other.
The next two days were focused on the ministry aspect of my path. I went on a tour of the eastern part of the state of Victoria with another colleague, Rev. David Moffat. David pastors the Swedenborg Community Victoria, which includes several people outside of Melbourne. This was the second time I had the pleasure of accompanying him as he visited his far-flung congregants. Pictured here is a swamp wallaby who was enjoying breakfast when we walked on a bushtrack with Rev. John Teed. John’s family has been friends and ministry associates with my family in the New Church in Australia, back to my grandfather’s generation. John is now in his 90s.
More of the bushtrack near Rev. John Teed’s residenceThe furthest group of SCV members: Robinsons and Rabones, plus David and me, gathered for afternoon tea.David and I recorded a video for his very successful YouTube channel.Left to right, Rev. John T, Suzanne C, Rev. David M, Pam L (John’s daughter) ready for lunch together.
After my time in Melbourne and Victoria, it was time to return to NSW for the hybrid New Church Women’s Weekend. There had been a short hiatus in these spring and autumn retreats, but the Australian and New Zealand New Church women were able to gather again, virtually and in person in Hornsby, NSW, a northern suburb of Sydney. Women from the Sydney area and Canberra attended in person, and the on-line attenders were from Canberra, Victoria, South Australia, Western Australia and New Zealand. Rev. Sage Cole of the Helen Keller Spiritual Life Collaborative in Boston, MA, USA, joined us online, despite the dodgy wifi in the airbnb. She presented the theological basis of her Be Love, Be Honest, Be Useful program, and I led the relevant experiential activities – Communion/Holy Supper, a baptism re-dedication, and anointing of the hands. After joining the Roseville New Church’s Sunday worship service, the local participants we went out for lunch for a final meal together.
One afternoon some of us walked/hiked a nearby trailAn adorable water dragon popped up to greet us!Some of the blue gums (eucalyptus trees) on the trailOff to church on Sunday morningLunch in Roseville after church
Soon after the Women’s Weekend, I got together with one of the local women who had attended for a morning in Sydney. We had lunch at the Museum of Contemporary Art, looking across Circular Quay and watching the ferries come and go. Afterwards I did some gift shopping on Circular Quay, and walked “memory lane” to Hyde Park where I had spent time as a schoolgirl, on excursions to the Australian Museum. I also stopped by the high school I had attended in suburban Sydney, St. George Girls’ High School.
Left to right, top to bottom: Jen and me next to a shiny stainless steel sculpture outside the Museum of Contemporary Art, the Secret World of a Starlight Ember sculpture at night, Circular Quay, indigenous performers on the waterside promenade of Circular Quay, trees in Hyde Park reminiscent of where as school children we used to eat lunch outside on excursions to the Australian Museum, the Archibald Fountain in Hyde Park, St. George Girls’ High School with trees that now obscure the front entrance.
The second half of February was devoted to my ministry and family visiting travels to Perth and Adelaide. First off, after flying across the country, was a day with my clergy colleague Rev. Sarah Walker. Sarah’s ministry is helping lead the global spiritual practice of Logopraxis. We spent some time at Sorrento Beach, where some high school students were having their Swimming Carnival, this time at the beach, and had dinner together.
My ministry activities in Perth started with an informal discussion class at the home of Ros and David Walker, the leader of the NCIA group there, with whom I stayed for a few days. There are two groups of Swedenborgian/New Church folks in Perth, one affiliated with the NCIA and the other with the General Church, and they come together quite frequently. The photo of me about to start the class about “What Is Heaven Like?”, and the top of the right panel, are from that class, followed by afternoon tea. The next day was a more formal presentation about “When Swedenborg Is Antiquated: How Readers Interpret Difficult Texts” followed by lunch at the restaurant – second photo on the right panel. By Sunday I had moved over to stay with Mary Smuts, the leader of the General Church group. We all worshiped and celebrated Communion/Holy Supper together, in the rented space where the group usually meets, and then enjoyed morning tea. The final photo in the right panel is from that occasion. I was able to do a bit of a pastoral visit with one of the congregants over lunch and a walk in Kings Park, a beautiful preserve right along the Swan River. Below are photos from a few walks and touristy outings in Perth.
Balga/grass trees, common in Perth, in a park near Mary’s homeMary and I took a ferry ride across Swan River to Perth’s CBD (Central Business District)View of Perth from Kings Park“DNA Tower” in Kings Park, intended to be a replica of a double staircase in a French chateauAncient “stromatolite” rocks built up from bacterial mucous, sediment and limestone, in Kings Park
Every trip along my travel and ministry path, I like to explore somewhere that I’ve never been before. This year it was the Margaret River region of Western Australia, locally known as “Margs.” It’s the premier tourist and wine production region in Western Australia, located south-west of Perth. Mary Smuts, Ros Thwaites and I were the three “church ladies” that took a little holiday to explore and enjoy. The first touristy stop was the longest timber jetty in the Southern Hemisphere, also second longest in the world, the Busselton Jetty in Geographe Bay. I took the train out to the end of the jetty, and walked the 1.8 kms/1.14 miles back.
View of Busselton Jetty from the cafe where we had lunchWorld destination indicator at the end of the jettyTried to photograph the stingray at Bussleton Beach from the train, but looks like I got a snorkler instead.Spent a morning at Happ’s Winery and Pottery, in Yalingup, buying art……bushwalking, enjoying some wine-tasting and loving……a serene courtyard on the estate at Happ’s Winery and PotteryCowaramup is a fun town with a cow theme everwhere, and great boutique shoppingOur final dining experience in the Margaret River regionFound some creative kangaroo statues on our lunch stop on the way back to Perth.
When not out touristing, the church ladies were staying in a cottage at a Holiday Park in Marybrook, WA. The beach was a short walk from our cottage. I saw several stingrays in the water, which convinced me that it was a good place for boating or walking along the edge of the water (my favourite activity) but definitely not swimming!
Left to right: A view of Yallingup, near our cottage; the church ladies out for dinner; we had to look out for kangaroos and slower animals crossing the road, especially in the evenings; being at the end of the summer, the grass everywhere was brown and dry.
My travel and ministry path in February ended with a short visit in Adelaide, South Australia. As usual, I spent some time with my brother and sister-in-law, and cousin in Adelaide, but this time did not travel further in SA to visit other extended family members. Again this year, I managed to be in Adelaide on a weekend that the Adelaide Christian New Church was not holding a worship service, as they now meet every other Sunday 🙁 But June Johnson, the lay leader, assured me that they would be happy to have me lead worship (I don’t like using “preach” to describe all that a minister does during a worship service) if I can co-ordinate my travel better next year! She and I went with my brother Stephen to pay a pastoral visit to a congregation member and dear friend, Michael Delbridge, who has been a core member of the Adelaide church and is now living in a long-term care facility.
I’d never seen an Indigenous region/country named as a plane’s destinationHeaded for Brighton Beach as usual, not far from the church where I stay in the little “flat”Dinner at Stephen and Soula’s place, with our cousin Michael The wetlands reserve near the church, where I like to walk, had been infested with pest fish, and had been drained.Usually the lakes have more water, and the sedge (grass) is green, but not after drainingI had morning tea with the congregation on Saturday at the Adelaide church, before going on a pastoral visit.I took a picture of the signed Helen Keller photo in the church for friends who are researching herNick owns Stephen and Soula’s favourite neighbourhood coffee shop (and pizza)
Cormorants (“Shags”)Kookaburra in the Old Gum TreeIndian Runner Duck (not native)Former Dance Hall, now cafe and gift shopBoatshed
The Royal National Park is south of Sydney and north of Woonona, and is the second oldest national park in the world, created in 1879. Originally intended as a place for entertainment (like the dance hall above) and recreation (like the boatshed) it now provides a sanctuary for biodiversity, environmental protection and education. We attended one of the outdoor classes for children that the rangers hold, this time led by Angela’s sister Michelle. After learning about insects, we had a picnic surrounded by the cormorants, kookaburra (who was eyeing our food the whole time) and the runner duck. I feel particularly drawn to the fabulous birdlife in Australia, as you can tell by the many photos I take of them!
Jon’s family and I somehow chose a cloudy, windy day right at the end of Evie’s school holidays to take a ferry ride on Sydney Harbour from Circular Quay to Watsons Bay, which is on the south side of the Harbour. We’d heard there were markets set up for the weekend. The ferries in the picture on the left are classic Sydney Harbour ferries, used by locals and tourists alike.
On our Watsons Bay adventure, we first passed the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House as we moved out into the Harbour. That’s when the full force of the gale winds hit us, but we managed a photo anyway! The clouds cleared for a bit as we arrived to see the markets set up along the beachfront. After lunch, including a sad attempt at a Philly Cheesesteak, and some shopping and fun at the markets, we walked past the calm Camp Cove beach and the nudist Lady Bay Beach (only one patron that day.) We then “walked the path” to a colourful lighthouse. The clouds had returned as we headed back, and we glimpsed a different view of Sydney’s clouded skyline. Massive cruise ships are now often docked at Circular Quay, and one of them was blocking our access to the ferry wharves. We had to manoeuvre around the ship, almost under the Bridge, and back to the wharf – all something that was new and a bit exciting for me and Jon’s family.
Later in February, I traveled by train along the stunning South Coast line up to Hurstville. The truly stunning parts are the views of the coast and ocean, but I did get this photo of some of the deep bushland the train travels through. I was actually on my way to pick up a church car to drive down to Canberra for the weekend. But first I wanted to see some friends from the Hurstville New Church
View of the Georges River from the train on the way to SydneyDinner with Pastor HyunJin and friends from the Hurstville New Church
Two things to add, closer to home (Woonona) after my Canberra trip in February. Evie had her outdoor Swimming Carnival, an event that most schools hold annually early in the year while the weather is still warm. There are competitions for various swimming strokes and distances, with individual prizes and points for houses (like in Harry Potter!) Evie is pictured doing breaststroke, for which she placed in her heat. Also pictured are some Lilly Pilly berries on a random tree in the neighbourhood. There were several Lilly Pilly trees on our street when I was growing up, and we would eat the berries while walking to and from school. It was definitely a “memory lane” moment when I saw the tree!
After a few days to re-orient and re-pack after returning from the NCIA retreat in Queensland, I set off for my first weekend ministry visit for this year to Canberra, Australia’s capital. It involved the usual Spiritual Growth class on Saturday, and worship followed by a shared (potluck) lunch, on Sunday. On my way back to Woonona, I stopped at “Old Parliament House,” now a history museum.
My focus was on preparations for Australia Day, also known as Invasion Day, which was to be celebrated the following day. It marks the date of the beginning of British settlement in Australia, in 1788. In the gallery above, the first photo is of the Aboriginal Tent Embassy which is the longest running protest for First Nations land rights in the world. It started in 1972, in front of the then Parliament House, now Old Parliament House. The second photo is of a depiction in the museum of Prime Minister Gough Whitlam pouring soil into the hands of an indigenous leader in 1975 as a promise of land rights restoration. The rose garden outside Old Parliament House in the third photo was the site of the gathering place for the annual First Nations protest planned for the following day, which is pictured in the final photo, taken by Mick Tsikas of the Australian Associated Press.
Every Thursday evening in Wollongong (the closest city to where Jon and Angela live) the indoor/outdoor Crown Street Mall holds “Eat Street” on the plaza. Thursday is the “late shopping night” in NSW, meaning shops stay open till 9pm instead of the usual 6pm. One Eat Stret evening, Jon organised an “Amazing Race” (Google it!) for a group of friends. We were divided into 3 teams, following clues up and down the food trucks, night markets and musicians on the mall. Michelle and her two girls were the winners! Evie placed the winner’s medal on her cousin.
When we got home from the Amazing Race, we had an amazing visit by a Tawny Frogmouth Owl, which is a nocturnal predator that is technically not part of the owl family. An almost daily visitor is the heron pictured below it, who preens and enjoys the sunshine on the same stretch of the garden fence.
First off for 2026, since I was in Hurstville for the extended New Year holiday, I went to a favourite place nearby, Poulton Park Walking Track. You’re barely aware that there is civilisation around you! I saw rainbow lorikeets, a scary looking but harmless spider, and beautiful frangipani blossoms on my bushwalk. On the way back, I took a slight detour so I could go down memory-lane and see my old Infants’ School (early elementary) and Primary School (upper elementary) including the updated playground.
After spending a few days visiting friends, including enjoying a hot cup of tea served in an individual sized tea-pot with a hand-knitted tea cosy, I was able to join the Hurstville congregation as they consecrated the New Year with a Holy Supper/Communion service in their outdoor sanctuary. In the past I was able to offer a reflection there during a Sunday service when the pastor was away, and a male lay leader conducted the service. The “Garden Church” is part of the locally-famous Baringa Gardens on the church property, that was created by the late Norman Heldon (my daughter-in-law Angela’s grandfather.) Besides native and non-native plants, there are little statues of Australian animals and birds, like the kangaroo lounging near the sanctuary, and plaques explaining the correspondences of elements within the garden.
After Jon’s family returned from their New Year’s holiday in northern NSW with friends, it was time to enjoy Evie’s school summer holidays together! That included time at nearby beaches, discovering a skeletal sea horse on the sand, visits to beach side cafes, an outing to an art installation/playscape that found me standing under Deborah’s palm tree, and temporarily fostering a lovely young dog called Diamond.
A highlight for me and Jon’s family in January was the annual retreat for the New Church in Australia, held on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland, about 1100km/680 miles north of Woonona. It certainly lived up to its reputation of being a humid subtropical location! People attended in person and virtually from across the country, east to west and north to south. There were also people from USA and New Zealand in person and online. I gave a talk about how the Biblical story of Deborah the prophetess has been an inspiration for me, especially for my online ministry.
Stopping for a snack on the two-day drive to Q’landEvening group eventWorkshop about Spiritual AwakeningEvening entertainment80’s Disco NightFun in the pool, when not at the beachAnnual table tennis tournament finalBishop Peter Buss with his table tennis trophyTwo generations, Mums and daughters, of life-long camp friendshipsShared open space, lined with cabinsKids helping with worship before my talkClosing program on the last evening of the retreat
I returned to Woonona with Carolyn Heldon, and Donna Heldon’s family, taking three days. The first stop for Carolyn and me was to visit the retired Rev. Julian and Ruth Duckworth, who now live on their son’s farm in Queensland. We had a traditional morning tea with them, and Ralph and Graham Horner, who were also driving south to NSW.
We saw only horses on the portion of the Duckworth farm that was visible from the house, but there were crops in the distance. The farrier arrived to attend to one of the horses while we were there. Flies and disease-carrying mosquitoes are a problem, so one of the grandchildren demonstrated how to sit outside in the mosquito net. And being in Australia, we also had to beware of snakes! After morning tea, we drove on to the Airbnb at our destination, stopping at a typical simple roadside rest-stop. I was intrigued by the wildlife netting high above the road, a relatively recent strategy to keep koalas and wombats off the roads. Sadly, I didn’t see any creatures using the wildlife bridges. We stayed in Southwest Rocks in northern NSW for two nights, enjoying time on the beach, tours of an historic gaol and a lighthouse, and walking on the track around the headlands.
Palm Lily and Frangipani at our AirbnbRemains of a shipwreck close to the shorelineSome of the rocks that give Southwest Rocks its nameBeach cricketSW Rocks beach, near the cafe where we had lunchRocky shoreline at the gaolThe 1877 gaol was built for well-behaved prisoners to build a breakwater At the end of the corridor is the guard’s lookoutThe cat-o’-nine-tails whipping post that was thankfully never usedIn WWI German “aliens’ were held in the gaol, with better conditions and more freedom.Humans aren’t the only visitors to Trial Bay Gaol! Warnings were posted about interacting with ‘roos.
Welcome back to “Walking the Path with Ros” – a ministry and travel blog! This year, unlike last year, I didn’t plan any other international travels besides my usual time in Australia visiting family and friends, and supporting Swedenborgian congregations in the New Church in Australia (NCIA) that don’t have a resident minister. Soon after my arrival in mid December, my family in Woonona, on the South Coast of New South Wales (NSW) south of Sydney, went to the First Annual Pup Cup (dog show) at a local beach. It was definitely a first for me! There was a local choir performance and activities for kids, as well.
Kid’s activities“People’s Choice” category“Most Like Owner” categoryWinner of “Most Like Owner” CupWinner of the “Best Dressed” Cup
The Advent/Christmas season was already in full swing when I arrived. After all these years living in the Northern Hemisphere, it now seems odd to me to have winter-themed traditions and decorations in summer, though it didn’t seem at all incongruous to me growing up in Sydney. Pictured is the Roseville New Church chancel, decorated for the annual Carols by Candlelight service. Being summertime, and actually right on the summer solstice, it didn’t get dark until well after the evening service was over, but the candles were lit anyway in the evening dusk.
The captions on the gallery above (Images of a Sydney Christmas) are not showing, so here’s an explanation top to bottom, left to right: A Sydney tradition, fully decorating your car; Sydney’s official Christmas Tree, in Martin Place; a look-alike Christmas Tree at Manly Beach; Christmas morning with Evie; tents on the beach on Christmas Eve, getting ready for a tent city on Christmas Day; flowering gum (eucalyptus) tree in Christmas colours; Evie and my gingerbread house, a careful copy of the one in Aunt Mim’s children’s book; the Hurstville New Church on Christmas Day.
Almost as soon as I put my bags down in Jon and Angela’s unit (Aussie for apartment or townhouse) I was off on my daily centering walks on the beach, one of my favourite spiritual practices, only one and a half blocks away. This is Bulli Beach, with its saltwater rock pool, a concrete structure often found on the headlands of NSW beaches. They are safer to swim in than the ocean with its sharks, deadly rip currents, and sometimes dangerous surf! Evie had broken her leg a few months before when she was dumped by a wave in rough surf.
Not long after arriving and celebrating my birthday and Christmas, I went up to Sydney to house-sit for some friends in Hurstville. While there, I went on what felt like a “pilgrimage” to Sydney Harbour. It’s a must-do for anyone spending time in Sydney, and has deep connections to childhood and joy for me. First I met Rev. Howard and Debra Thompson, soon to be leaving the Roseville New Church, for lunch at their favourite restaurant, tucked away in an alley behind a busy Central Business District (or CBD, another Aussie term) street. Then found my way through the historic Rocks section of Sydney to Circular Quay, the hub for activity on the Harbour’s waterfront. I ended up entering the quay at a place I’d never been to, Campbell’s Cove, nested next to one of the huge pylons of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. It has quite a history as the first centre of commerce in Sydney, within a decade of the arrival of the First Fleet. Then on to one of my favourites from childhood: a ferry ride across the Harbour to Manly and Manly Beach.
Campbell’s CoveWater taxi arriving at a wharf Palm trees on Circular QuayBridge from the historic Rocks areaOpera House from the ferryA Tall Ships cruise
Manly Beach is the most popular of the Northern Beaches, known for its award-winning Life Saving Club, and the stately Norfolk Pines lining the walkway around the beach. I found something new to me here as well: a walk around the rocky cliff to the Cabbage Tree Bay Aquatic Reserve, and then calm Shelly Beach. Snorkelers were abundant, looking at the mini-reef and the many varieties of fish and other marine life.
The rock pool at the Aquatic Reserve, with snorkelers on the far side; below that is Shelly beach, looking across to Manly Beach whose name refers to the female indigenous warriors who defended their land at the arrival of White people; and “Team Manly” doing some surf life saving training at Manly Beach.
As I was still house-sitting on New Year’s Eve, I had some friends over from the Hurstville church to celebrate. Sydney’s fireworks show on New Year’s Eve is amazing, and one of the first to bring in the new year around the world. We watched it on TV, which captured some of the splendour, and helped us avoid the crowds bringing in 2026.
On the way back to my USA home, I spent a few days in San Francisco, California. It so happened that my flight had me landing in San Francisco the day before a meeting of the Board of the Center for Swedenborgian Studies (CSS), located nearby in Berkeley, CA. The CSS is the theological school for the Swedenborgian Church of North America, and is affiliated with the Graduate Theological Union (GTU) in Berkeley. I had received a Certificate of Swedenborgian Studies from CSS in 2019 as the last step in my very long path to ordination as a Swedenborgian/New Church minister. But I had never set foot on the campus, as I had studied online with CSS.
The Board very graciously invited me to join them as a guest. I stayed with them at the Mercy Center Burlingame, a ministry of the Sisters of Mercy, where most of the meetings were held. The gardens and buildings were serene, and contributed to the mission of helping people to become “more attentive to the Divine.” During the business meetings for Board members only, I walked the hand-laid labyrinth and soaked in the tranquility.
The CSS is physically housed in the Pacific School of Religion, one of the member schools in the GTU. Dean Rebecca Esterson gave me a tour of the CSS during one of the board’s executive sessions, and I explored the campus as well. It felt so good to have finally visited the Center for Swedenborgian Studies!
A view of the San Francisco Bay just steps away from the CSS offices and classrooms.The Holbrook Building in which the CSS is housed
A brief stay in San Francisco would not be complete without walking across the Golden Gate Bridge! So I did exactly that, on the morning before the CSS Board members started arriving at the Mercy Center. It wasn’t very crowded, as I’ve heard it can be, and the weather was a bit foggy and windy. The walk across and back was a very comfortable 3 1/2 miles, with people walking, running and riding bikes at all different speeds. From the bridge (pictured, from the south side) we could see Alcatraz (to the left in the foggy photo), the San Francisco Bridge, the city of San Francisco (bottom, left photo) and the Marina District (in the large photo) at the north end of the bridge.
The path back to the Mercy Center included a tour by my friend Jennifer through some notable parts of the Bay area, including the longest, steepest and most curvy street in San Francisco – and it’s not the famous Lombard St. Quite a challenge for someone who is prone to motion sickness! The next day, I began my path home, with a stop in Denver to see family, and then on to my USA home in Bryn Athyn, PA.
While ministering to the Swedenborgian/New Church groups in Canberra and Perth, attending events at the Swedenborg Centre in Sydney, and spending time with family and church friends in Adelaide and Melbourne, I managed to fit in time for being a tourist as well.
The Big Merino, a statue in sheep country in Goulburn, NSW, on my way to Canberra “The Travellers” art on the Sandridge Bridge in MelbourneA friendly black swan said hello on the banks of the Yarra River in MelbourneFinally I got to the famous St. Kilda beach in Victoria……while visiting with my colleague …Rev. Martin Pennington, with Melbourne in the distance.
The next sight-seeing opportunity was in Adelaide and South Australia. Henley Beach (left) and Glenelg Beach (below) are near downtown Adelaide. Some schoolboys had a fishing class at the end of this jetty when I was there. My brother Stephen and I hiked in the Waite Conservation Reserve that has views overlooking the city. Then a few days in Tintinara with family who own a small farm. You might remember the view from my favourite cafe along the way, now with the floodwaters receded back to normal.
My cousin Simon in Tintinara had converted a 100-year old wool sorting table into a unique dining room table. The shearers would have thrown the newly shorn fleece onto the sorting table for it to be graded for sale. The slats were for dirt and debris on the fleece to fall through – the sheep live outside year round. I loved seeing how the farming heritage of the family has worked its way into elegant living indoors!
Next up was seeing some sights in Perth, which I had time to do because there was not such a need for pastoral visiting this time. Kings Park is a botanical garden and bushland preserve right on the waterfront in Perth’s CBD (central business district). My friend Ros also took me to Bayview Park, on the other side of the CBD. Another highlight was fish and chips on the waterfront in Fremantle, near Perth, with my host and church group leader, Mary. And of course, a beach day a bit north of Perth’s CBD, at Scarborough beach.
Later on, when Evie had her autumn school holidays, we took a short trip to the Blue Mountains, which are west of Sydney, and stayed in an historic Victorian-era cottage. We met up with a friend of theirs who was doing an art residency in Katoomba, and of course hiked in the Blue Mountains National Park, sometimes with her and her daughter.
Artist Giulia took time off from painting to go to the Wentworth Falls with us and her daughterOne of many waterfalls in Wentworth that we walked under It claimed to be an “easy walk” but these stairs were a bit scaryLook carefully for the rarely-seen Lyre bird building a nestThe iconic Three Sisters rock formationWe replicated a photo of my kids, from 20 years ago Lunch with Giulia and Tessa, in a cafe with a spectacular mountain range view
As you can see from the photos, the first part of my visit in Australia was mainly about hanging out with my family in Woonona (pronounced Wunoona), a beach town south of Sydney, and with my friends in Hurstville, which is the suburb where the General Church congregation is located. Featured in the gallery above is a photo of a “flat white”, my favourite coffee beverage in Australia. Google says a flat white is “a coffee drink made with espresso and steamed milk, similar to a latte but with less milk and a thicker layer of microfoam on top”. Every day I walked on the beaches only 1 1/2 blocks away: Bulli Beach top right, and Woonona beach below it. Below that is the Bulli Beach rock pool, filled with ocean water. A feature of many beaches in the area is a human-made pool like this at the headland. A local high school was having PE class at the rock pool one day as I enjoyed my flat white at the beach-side cafe. The other photos show Evie having fun at her swimming lesson, and the llama there enjoying having a nibble on my hair! Also pictured is Evie celebrating her 7th birthday with family and friends at the river-side Audley park in the Royal National Park, and some friends from the Hurstville New Church having a memorable evening at a local Chinese restaurant.
Growing up on the south side of Sydney, I’d always heard that the “North Head” of Sydney Harbour (the headland on the north side of the ocean entrance to the harbour) was uninhabitable, wild, and difficult to access. “South-siders” typically have dismissive things to say about anything on the North shore, and likely vice-versa! I had been to the South Head several times, which had the reputation of being an interesting place to visit. So one day I decided to see for myself, and set off on an adventure to explore the allegedly disreputable North Head. In the photo, the North Head is the formidable headland on the left.
I took a ferry from Circular Quay in Sydney……past the Opera House……and looked back at the Sydney skyline.The ferrry landed at the Manly Wharf, where I spent a little time on the beach on the Harbour side. The Ocean beach at Manly is the famous one, with its award winning Manly Life Saving Club. From there I took a bus to the North Head Sanctuary. How very civilised!
What a surprise to find how easy it was to get to the North Head Sanctuary, to enjoy the bushland while walking on easily traversible paths, and catch some amazing views of the dramatic harbour! I found remnants of the North Head Quarantine Station that was established in 1833, and of the North Fort that was built during WWII. There were roads and houses in well-established neighbourhoods. So much for the urban myths I had grown up with 😀 The North Head is definitely a place I want to return to with my family.
From left to right, top row to bottom:
This scary looking spider safely up high in its web, as well as many of its relatives, greeted me as I walked through the bushland.
A path through the more open parts of the headland
Sometimes there were some steeper parts of the trail through “scrub” bushland (not tall trees)
Some beautiful flannel flowers, an Aussie native, along the path
A view to the south- east from the largest lookout, kindly taken by one of the many international and local visitors walking the trails. You can see Sydney’s Central Business District in the distance.
A view more to the south from near the lookout, showing the South Head of Sydney Harbour.
Hanging out in Sydney and Woonona included an afternoon visit to the Symbio Wildlife Park, where as you can see the kangaroos had already finished hopping around, and had been fed by many visitors already. They were only interested in being petted while they rested. We ended up giving the animal feed to the insatiable goats in the petting farm area! The gallery below includes photos from several other fun outings and activities within easy travel range of Woonona.
Evie is now taller than an Emperor penguin, measured at SymbioA crocodile at Symbio’s Reptile Show, right after an audience member held it brieflyFeeding time for the koalasCatching up with a friend from high school.Two hikes, one with Carolyn, one with Caldwells to……Curracurrong Cove, seen from the trail in the Royal National ParkThe Pacific Ocean pounding the coastlineCaldwells and me hiking on our way through the bushA little tree dragon greeted us at the Cove……where we had a picnic lunch and paddled (waded) in the water.Finally, a swim at Wattamolla Angela, Evie and I had a spa afternoon, thanks to a birthday gift from Evie’s party.We got to attend a mini concert by the Da Vinci Singers,…in which Carolyn sings and plays 5 instruments (not at once!)Breakfast in the Southern Gateway Centre……with a stunning panoramic view from our table of Dharawal country, now known as New South Wales’ South Coast. Jon, Angela, Evie (and I for 3-4 months per year) live in about the middle of the photo.
