In the bush outside Sydney, you can see why the Kookaburra gave its name to the controversial Aussie cricket ball: it's neither red nor hard nor round, but does come apart at the seams if whacked with willow. This was the nearest we came to seeing a kangaroo in the wild; they appear to be nearing extinction in these parts.
The Governor General's wife, Mrs MacQuarrie, used to wile away her early nineteenth century days watching her Prisoner of Mother England workforce construct the wharfs of Sydney harbour from this specially hewn stone seat. Irene knows just how she felt, and I know just how the cons felt!! Penal reform is overdue.
The last time I was here in about 1975, the Opera House was just being completed and my ship ss Oriana was asked to sound its loudest blast on leaving port, to test the sound insulation inside the auditorium.
The new generation of P&O cruise ships still park in the same berth in Circular Quay, but some of the fun-seekers going ashore have aged somewhat.
Locals call this iconic landmark 'The nuns' scrum' and we have photographed it from all angles as we shuttle endlessly on the harbour ferries to and from all parts of the fabulous city: Balmain, Manly Beach, Wolloomooloo, Darling Harbour, Luna Park, all beautiful places to visit and such a joy to reach them all by boat in sparkling sunshine. Sure beats the London Underground.
Now you dated yourself a bit on this one - Mum clearly has the right idea :)
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