Hello, Desmond Conolly here. I’m off to old Sydney town at last! Yay, lock-down has been such a challenge! Mind you, right from the start I knew the trip would be difficult for someone with an independent spirit comme moi. And wow, was I right!
At Medlow Bath the train guard came along and said, ‘Can’t you read Mate? SIT ON THE GREEN SPOT!!”
Oh alright, no need to shout! For heavens sake, there’s nobody else in the carriage you silly man. I just wanted to look out the window.
Central Station was pretty quiet. I’d booked a nice hotel down at Wynyard. Had to do the sanitizing of hands thing in the foyer. Fair enuff! To be honest, I put all of me under it, because it saves having a shower and then drying my bloomin’ fur.
Time to turn-in. Ordered a little bedtime snack. Well I like to try exotic foods when I venture to the ‘big smoke’ Room service is so cool don’t you think?
Oh dear, sometimes you need to go back to something simple and familiar! Here I am down at the Quay bright and early next morning;
Sydney seagulls are not food snobs either. They love chips, but are having a lean time, what with fewer tourists and those nasty signs everywhere.
Now this is a more contented look.
I met a dear old busker man over by number four wharf. He could even throw his little baton in the air and catch it. Pretty impressive eh? My photography wasn’t too shabby either.
Oh look, how special is that? I know Miss Gibbs…sort of.
No time for ferry rides today though. I thought I’d bike it back up George Street. Not the best idea when you are used to something smaller!
I hopped on one of the new trams instead. Think someone stole the green seat marker, so it wasn’t my fault. Nobody has scribbled on anything yet, so that’s good.
Look at these poor little buildings all huddling together. They can see lots of cranes in the city and are scared they might be demolished. I told them not to worry, because they are truly historic and special.
Had to ask a man to sign me in at the Queen Victoria Building so I could have brunch. It’s a lock-down rule. One of so many.
I went shopping in a posh shop before I left. Bought a gift to take home to my guardian Pauline Conolly. So generous of me. Also, I thought that when she wears the jacket it will be like snuggling up to my birth mother. We think she was Canadian.
Back on the train. Yes yes……sitting on a green spot. A guard came to check, I think I’d been marked as a non-compliant passenger. Never mind, all things considered my post lock-down adventure was pretty good. Great to be back in Blackheath though, if a bit (like….a lot) chilly!
Dear me, and now Covid-19 numbers are up. I hope we won’t have to go back into lock-down. We are at the ‘crossroads’, if you get my drift. Just as well my train doesn’t go though Casula! Stay safe and sensible my friends and dedicated fans.
Oh, if you want to know about my association (so to speak) with Miss May Gibbs. CLICK HERE