The enormous fig tree in Brennan Park which has guarded the children's playground was injured in a storm and sadly the council had to chop it down. A sad day. The amazing thing is that they have saved a massive branch which they will plant and it will sprout roots and grow. I had no idea fig trees could do this. The great tree will live on and hopefully in time, grow back to its former glory.
Mack always loved me, but I was never under any illusion about the hierarchy of his heart. He was absolutely, unconditionally devoted to Ally. When we eventually separated and she moved away, Mack was left with a lingering, hopeful void.
Every trip to the park near my house became a high-stakes investigation. If Mack spotted a woman with blonde hair—whether she was fifty yards away or just a glimmer on the horizon—he was off like a shot. He was convinced, every single time, that he’d finally found his missing person.
I, of course, had to follow in his wake. I’d jog across the field, arriving breathless just as Mack was realizing his mistake, and I’d have to offer a sheepish, "Sorry, he thought you were someone else... Hi, I'm [Name]."
It didn't take long for me to realize that Mack had inadvertently become the most brilliant "ice-breaker" in the history of dating. He was introducing me to every attractive blonde woman in the neighborhood with a success rate that a professional matchmaker would envy.
I looked at him one afternoon, panting and happy after yet another "investigation," and realized I was sitting on a goldmine. I thought to myself, I should really be renting this dog out to the eligible bachelors of the neighborhood by the hour. I could have made a fortune. Mack would get his exercise, the bachelors would get their introductions, and I’d be the tycoon behind the world’s first "Canine Wingman" agency.
A wonderful walk from my home to the city across the harbour bridge on a beautiful spring day.
Well it's official, the guy who runs our local Waverton grocery store with his family is nothing short of a Rock God! How awesome is this version of "To the Moon and Back". Dennis is the singer.
One of my favourite walks in my backyard is the walk to and through Balls Head Reserve in Waverton. I love how the path winds through native bushland, with beautiful Sydney red gums and the sculpted sandstone lining the harbour’s edge. The views are absolutely stupendous — the city skyline rises across the water like a painting, yet I’m surrounded by birdsong and trees. It’s incredible to have this kind of natural beauty so close to where I live.
Balls Head is not just scenic — it’s rich in history. This land was traditionally cared for by the Cammeraygal people, and you can still find evidence of their presence in ancient shell middens and rock carvings. Later, during the Great Depression, people seeking shelter built makeshift homes here — a few traces of their life remain. Thankfully, community efforts in the 1920s protected the headland from industrial development, preserving it as the quiet, green sanctuary it is today.
