Sydney by the water - Pyrmont Peninsula.

If ever there is something that I envy my Sydneysider boys' life, is that they live within such close proximity to the ocean. Brisbane is on a river and it's just not the same. While there, at the weekend, I remembered how much I love a life lived by the water.

We walked the short walk from their apartment to Pyrmont, the peninsula which was a hub of industrial activity in the 19th and 20th Centuries.   We went down to  Pirrama Park, we explored the old wharves now happily converted into small and tasteful maritime enterprises looking after massive yachts moored there.  We walked along the foreshore and saw many beautiful sites along the way which we stopped to admire. It was quiet and not many people were around. We had the most leisurely and delightful walk to Sydney Fish Market no 10 on the map which will be my next blog. 

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Along the way we came across the Tied to Tide Sculpture, elongated iron rods that bob up and down with the tides. 

 Evidence of very old wharves and industrial activity that was so much part of Sydney's development and growth now being made into public parks and boardwalks for all to enjoy.

Oysters and kelp in abundance

Fabulous views of the Anzac Bridge 

The old boards and signs from the Colonial Sugar Refining Company founded in 1855. With the kind permission of travels with Joanne who took these photos of the signs.
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Two of the boys 

 The enormous balls which also came from that same Factory sit in a clump of three as a reminder of the importance of this area as a hub of industry and prosperity for the city.

Most poignantly of all, as we walked by, I stopped to look down at what I thought I saw, yes it was a teddy bear in the water and of course a thousand thoughts came into my head about the child whose teddy this was. Was it lost at sea together with a life, was it tossed in anger from a push chair, had it been perched on a sailing boat, looking out to sea when the wind changed and threw it overboard, leaving a bereft child on board? We will never know.