Iron Cove Bay

One of my favourite Sydney walks that I have done frequently whilst "Convalescing in Sydney". Last week I picked up Johnnie from school and we drove to park below Leichhardt pool to start our walk. Spring was in the air - it was walm and balmy and we could smell the wattle and bottle brush. We passed school groups participating in afternoon sport, paced over the Iron Cove Bridge and visited the new cafe. The outlook is splendid - views across to Rozelle Hospital and its grounds, but the service was poor. Johnnie ordered an iced chocolate and got an iced coffee which kept him up all night. I ordered a berry friand and got an almond one. We waited ages and had to ask the staff for our food three times. Not a great experience to repeat.

Despite this, we enjoyed the warmth in the air and being in the sunshine. Johnnie talked about the holocaust - a topic he is covering in school and expressed surprise at the lack of knowledge of his classmates. I wondered where he had picked up information about Auzwich, Anne Frank, who started World War 2 and Hitler. His insights of our world often surprise me.

There are masses of wildflowers out - spiderflowers in purple, crimson and pink, wattle and grevillea and bottle brushes. The tide is low and we laughingly remember watching a small boy kick a soccer ball during a game that flew out to the water and started drifting across the bay. He and his Dad decided it was too cold to chase. A second ball hit a parked car - a dangerous place to be on a Saturday morning.

I love the coloured boats moored in the bay - they are red, blue, yellow and green - bright and friendly. They bounce gently with the tide.