Sunday, February 9, 2014


Bondi Beach, a mere 15 minute drive from the CBD for those who need some perspective, is the great city beach in a city of endless beaches - tens of Pacific Ocean beaches north and south separated by jagged headlands, harbour beaches of impossible beauty, and beaches along the myriad waterways fingering their way into the bush on which Sydney is built, and burns.

Another favorite Sydney must-do on a gorgeous Sunday morning is the 'Bondi to Bronte' walk. From the southern end of Bondi Beach the path winds around the weathered sand stone cliff face past Tamarama to Bronte Beach. There's the full gamut:  locals, tourists, young, old, fit, wanna-be-fit, regulars, occasionals etc. I haven't included the people for reasons of due propriety, but they are an essential part of the experience.

Some, or one of, the overlooking parks were once gay beats (maybe still are) and the scene of gays being hurled to their death in a shameful period of poofter bashing and wanton gay murders. It hangs somberly over the area for some who know. I didn't tell.

On a more enlightened note, it is also the setting for the hugely successful annual Sculpture By The Sea which had since extended to Perth.

We start above the Ice Bergs Pool (with a posh restaurant on high) and finish half way at Tamarama where K was waiting with the car. Parking is at best part of the fun; at worst a nightmare.

Again, this is a not so little iphone essay which is best looked at by clicking to enlarge and then scrolling through the enlargements by clicking their right or left margin.


Susan Scheid said...

These photographs, which I've come to visit more than once now, are wonderful--the color of the water, the scooped out limestone--and all the more so today, as our whole world is white (something like 18" worth fell yesterday).

Susan Scheid said...

Funny how the mind transposes words when you're not "looking"--dances to dreams for you, sand stone to limestone for me!

Roger Neill said...

If I have the time, I love to walk Bondi to Coogee and back. Arriving at Coogee on the headland where Tom Roberts and Charles Conder set up their easles next to each other in 1888.