There were some special (feathered) visitors at Blackheath recently, stepping off the Cherry Blossom Express from Sydney. And goodness me, what a sight greeted them! A misty day, but utterly lovely nevertheless.
Oh the joy of burying one’s beak in those blossoms by the platform. Just heavenly. A dusty old pot-plant at Central Station simply could not compare.
Some of the arrivals were tourists who returned to the city at the end of the day. However, one couple were so smitten they decided to stay. Plenty of house building material amid the petals for self-builder Bob.
Platform one turned out to be already occupied. Hey Bob, Better not push in on Mr Sammy Sparrow Esquire. He keeps watch on his property like a bloomin’ eagle.
Hmm, disappointing, but the westward bound platform was still available, and the rent probably a little cheaper. No cherry avenue here, but one fine specimen tree. And see that arrow? It’s pointing to a unique feature.
Oh my word, a ready made dust bath. Just the ticket after a tiring day.
House finished at last…..quite traditional in design. Just a bit of tidying up to do.
All things considered this move was well considered. Now where is Mrs Bob? Over at those damn cafés in the village no doubt.
A FEW WEEKS LATER…..I couldn’t see the babies, but could certainly hear them!