Earliest Memory

Not surprisingly my earliest memory of Sydney is of water. But not the Harbour, rather the water of Broken Bay to the north. There is an inlet there graced with the name Bobbin Head - I'm not sure now whether that describes a local natural landscape or a local activity. It is a delightful body of water filled with yachts and motor cruisers. As a family we would drive their for a picnic and a dive through the local bushland of Kuringai Chase National Park. There was sometimes a frisson of goulish excitement on my part aged about ten. There were a series of boating accidents involving petrol engined cruisers exploding - I was always hoping I would see it happen, so I could brag to my friends at school. My wishes thankfully were never fulfilled.