Really good weather made us buy a roast chicken and other odds and ends for a late lunch at Callan Park. GT is gleaming after a new wash and a change of spark plugs, fish are jumping and the cotton is high. I’m in good spirits even after a day in Balmain. Dreaming of an old blue sailboat (with a motor!) on the rocks that look out onto the Iron Cove bridge, I hope this unusual piece of parkland that commands a large part of the inner west waterfront isn’t taken over by property development or the University. Where else would the artists, crazies, jogging mothers, Sunday bike-riders and their innumerable canine companions go on a day like today?
Anyone interested in Saving the Park go here.
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