A WANDER ALONG WENTWORTH STREET.
Since the Great Western Highway from Sydney to the Blue Mountains was upgraded there has been a huge rise in visitor numbers. My home of Blackheath is one of the highest villages, and in autumn Wentworth Street in particular is a joy to behold. It was named in honour of the explorer William Charles Wentworth, one of the first Europeans to cross the Mountains. I rarely even do a bush walk owing to my fear of leeches, but I do like to explore the township..
I especially love to see the old buildings framed by liquid ambers, pin oaks and cherries..
The Presbyterian church has been worrying about falling attendance recently, but the picturesque old hall next door hosts a popular craft market once a month.
I suspect the old building below might be classed as ‘shabby chic’.
I wondered for so long what the building below was. For some reason I imagined it might have been a shop. However, my Blackheath born friend Larraine Home tells me it was originally the fire station. Next door is the police station.
Not all the buildings in this piece are old. We have a new (well fairly new) medical Centre. Oh dear, and autumn means flu shots! Fortunately we are a healthy lot up here….it’s the rarified air.
Directly opposite is the Bakery on Wentworth. Don’t let your doctor catch you sneaking in for one of their famous pies!
And next to the bakery is this glorious wall covered in ornamental grape vine,
The liquid ambers often tower over the houses.
Suddenly school was out and there were kids everywhere when I headed for home. I sometimes think locals become a bit blasé about our beautiful trees, but I hope these young ones appreciate them.
There is no doubt that the birds adore the trees as much as I do.
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