The week in North Bondi minding our relatives house was a mixed bag. I was able to retrace old pathways from my earliest years, spent in Bondi, Rose Bay and Vaucluse.. The old family house in Chris Bang Crescent is overgrown with 'shrubs' that my father planted forty years ago. What used to be a bamboo forest and wild valley out the back is now a huge apartment complex. The little hole in the wall sweet shop(at the top end of Vaucluse) run by the very old gentleman who seemed to dislike children is now a beauty salon. But Soos bakery on Old South Head Rd is still there, and I bought a big bag of rolls on the way home It's such a strange feeling going back to those old haunts. Sad, dislocating, sweet. and possessive of a strange evocative air.
One day we took the Rose Bay ferry into Circular Quay. Tom was very excited, though apprehensive that a particular kind of fish(whose symbol was at the wharf side) might be lurking in the waters beneath. And he has a thing about the wind too.
Nevertheless, we survived the journey and Mio kindly took this snap along the way.
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