The Long Stairs

At the bottom of the steep hill we lived on was bush to the waterfront. The bus terminus lurked there. I always thought the buses had a good nap their before launching themselves up the hill.

There was a concrete path leading down to the harbour from the slumbering buses. This became a rivulet of stairs cascading down the scrubby outcrops. At the last dogleg a large rock platform jutted out ten metres above the waters of Middle Harbour.

When you got to the little beach there was a small netted pool. There you could happily swim with the baby sharks before they got big enough to be scary.