Beach Cottage Walking the Beaches : Collaroy
Mon 5th, Mar, 2012
Hey Beach Cottage ladies, G’day to you.
Phew I have had a weird weekend…you know when you feel like you lived a whole life in one weekend?
Mine was like that.
We experienced some sporting highs this weekend, also getting horribly lost in the West of Sydney, with a girl from London as chief navigator and driver (not a good combo) and lots of tears from both the Beach Cottage Girls, followed by some very good times and a very late night that included a trip at midnight to Maccas very far out West in Sydney and very surpisingly me not hating it
…woke up to a much calmer Sunday with a glut full of baking, sunshine, coastal breezes and a dip in the ocean, then a trip to the airport in lashing lashing lashing down rain, followed by a long soak in my new bath (hello I love you) and a pizza washed down with a Peroni. The End.
So, thanks again for the de-lurking post, I have read EVERY single reply, some more than once, and I have to tell you some of them made me get a little tear in my eye…
I don’t actually intend to come here and inspire anyone, but it seems that is what happens to some of you on the other end of this here thing they call blogging…and I guess that is a great result for all involved…I come here, ramble on about loving Australia, sometimes talk about the Old Country, take a heap of photos and paint things white and love doing it…if ever there was a win win this was it.
Anyway, along with a shed load of comments on that post, I also had a big ole inbox of emails (trying and failing to reply quickly, I am blaming it on those three rugrats that live in this old cottage) and what came up time and again, and which surprised me, is that you girls want more ocean shots (and more fashion shots! ahem we’ll go the more beach shots route first, k?)
To me, this has been some very very well-received news, and I am taking full note of it
from now on there will be more beachy shots around here, I am more than happy to oblige with that part of this journey they call blogging.
Today then, always wishing to please you dear Lurky readers I give you
Walking the Beaches : Collaroy.
Now this is one of the beaches I often find myself at for one reason or another, mostly sport related….but it’s not my local beach…but I do love it.
The beach was named after the ship S.S. Collaroy which was beached here in September 1880, and was stuck here for four years, although the locals didn’t start to call the area Collaroy until the 1900s.
Much of the development here, as I have been able to find out was in the early to mid-twentieth century and this is very evident by the buildings and architecture…there are some gems still left tucked away here and there
..look at this art-deco cinema…I have been driving and staring up at this and sighing for years…it’s kinda bittersweet because firstly it is surprising that somehow it has not been knocked down for a block of ocean facing apartments, secondly that it is still actually a cinema – but it’s bittersweet because it’s old and shabby and peeling and looks sad and unloved and there’s this sort of underlying panic when I look up at it that, indeed, it is not listed and protected and that, yes, it will be soon a thing very much of the past…I so hope not
but, sadly, as I see a lot on my travels in Australia, not just on my travels in the very road that I live in, a lot of places and the history of this lovely land, are just bulldozed to the ground (without even keeping any of the original fittings etc) and smashed up ….to be replaced with some flat-packed McMansion home…
…you can feel that this was a holiday destination, indeed it still is I am guessing for a lot of people…I believe a whole lot of the dwellings were originally places such as this…a bit more than a beach shack…but very interesting at that…when I have travelled out of Sydney there are a lot of places like this here…there’s a ramshackle, cobbled together feel to them..I think this comes from pre-war Australia when the country didn’t have much labour or many materials (not sure how true that is but it’s what I have been told)…but they did have plenty of land, hence why you will often see a small place such as this, lost on a huge plot, often on what is now oceanfront or near ocean, premium land
Collaroy is an Aboriginal word meaning long reeds
love this old building from 1922
and this lovely old arcade…I am surprised this is still standing….but I love that it is
It looks over this and is the local pub/hotel these days still…
getting used to living with the locals now…hello spider’s web
this is more my kinda local…one on a bike with a slab of beer on his shoulder ;-)
some amazing florals and colours abounding at every turn on this walk
So I will see you soon Beach Cottage ladies, hope you enjoyed your walk on the beaches…the suburb of Collaroy, I certainly did!
I have bathroom news, and will be back to show you the old lady in there in all her finery and in the next couple of days we should be all systems go on the shower and the vanity (we have been waiting for the shower screen to be made)
Cheers lovelies, I am exhausted after the weekend and going for a coffee and a bacon sandwich to recover
What do you think? Think this is the kinda suburb you could live in thank-you-very-much?
p.s and last, but not least I came across this…
(I am assuming Dave Rastovich is a surfer, maybe I should know, but I don’t but I tell you what I’d like to meet him ‘cos this quote is about me all over…I have some serious issues with people telling me what to do, it does stem from certain things that have happened in my life, I have now learnt, but it still doesn’t go away…I beat to my own drum and sometimes that is not always a good thing in life..perhaps in surfing it is?)