I wanted to provide some information about this interesting but not quite the water park is ought to be. I found the photo below care of Google earth, in a Real Estate Ad. 25 Grevillea Crescent Lidcombe. Between us, Jessica and I surmise it is a re-oxegeniser for the water in the adjacent Golf Course – Carnarvon.
Out and about exploring, being so close to Olympic Park, only one stop away from Lidcombe station and never having been there we set off to explore. Reaching Australia avenue we chose to go to our left and walked towards Wentworth Common . On our way we came across the Old Brick works which has now become a Ring Walk and habitat for endangered Frog specie. Example- the Bell frog.
In a time when building a house meant plenty of brick, mortar and asbestos as opposed to 100% pure cladding, a housing boom meant it was time to get digging. The State Brickworks at Homebush was established by the NSW Government in 1911 to (publicly) provide for the demand for public housing and (privately) to shatter the stranglehold private owners had on the brickmaking industry, because no one makes money without the NSW Government getting a piece of the action. This greedy plan backfired at the onset of the Great Depression, when demand plummeted and the site started operating at a major loss. Ironically, it was sold to a private firm in 1936, and closed soon after. https://pastlivesofthenearfuture.com/2012/06/14/nsw-state-brickworksbrickpit-ring-walk-homebush-nsw/
We took many more photos that day which I shall load to my Facebook.
All together we spent most of our day there, just wandering around until we found a way to cross the road to the other side.
Jessica and I were getting on each others nerves, some silly forgotten argument after which in her words, I went off in a “huff”.
I huffed off for an explore of the Cemetery to see if there were any really interesting graves of people seemingly interesting. I found a Churches of the East or perhaps a Copt buried among the Catholics with a Bible in Arabic on his tomb.
I found the little garden, or one of them for deceased children and the ‘still born. ‘ There were not so many interesting old graves, mainly because they were ill-kempt, possible without anyone to remember them. Others were collapsing into the tombs or coffins.
There were crows cawing over the graves because they can smell the dead which gave me the shudders.
I had an interesting time, finding myself lost when I photographed the Catholic Crematorium twice and passed the Muslim section twice. I think I roamed about for two hours, nary a person around. I found a youth who gave me directions but I was pulled off the trail into beautiful little gardens.
I tarried a while in the Muslim Section 7 noticing all the flowers and thinking that that might be an Innovation. Their graves are under grassy banks and do not protrude above the earth nor are there Mausoleums. There is what I shall call a Mosqette within the area where I presume rites for the dead are said. They were feet away from the Society of Friends.
The most numerous graves belong to Anglicans, next Roman Catholics, then the Independent Trust. The Jewish Section is very small, the Uniting Church, in its former elements of medium density with a Wesleyan off in a corner. There is a Greek Orthodox chapel which I was quite taken with and took a couple of photos.
That day we left home to go to Parramatta for Jessica to buy a “Cappy”hat from the Army Surplus store – like a cap but with flaps to protect neck from the sun. Then we set out for the next suburb, Westmead, walking through the rest of Parramatta Park, in the opposite direction than on the 6th.
I won’t caption these since I think they have a voice of their own, they are numerous since even the slightest step can bring a new perceptive to the landscape.
There are some here taken through gaps in trees and even one through and around a giant uprooted tree.
Here are a few more photos, the first series are of the presentable aspect of the villa, Jessica did take photos of bathroom, Laundry and bedrooms but I thought them a bit icky to air.
The second set are photos taken around Main street and Herdsmen’s Avenue with a view of East Street where a bus has been parked for the length of our stay.