An attempt to visit every suburb in Sydney.

This is yet another one of the seemingly endless beautiful waterside suburbs in this wonderful city. Woolwich

The Land of Many Parks: Woolwich

This is yet another one of the seemingly endless beautiful waterside suburbs in this wonderful city.


Just like Hunters Hill, the suburb I'd just stepped out of, Woolwich is another North Shore suburb that sits on a peninsula poking out from Northwest Sydney. 

Entering this suburb was by means of Kelly's Bush.
Kelly's Bush isn't some sort of euphemism, it's actually a patch of bushland nestled between the residential streets of Woolwich and Hunters Hill. A snaking dirt path lead me downhill,
and before long I could see the street on the other side. 
Rather than head out to the street, however, I answered this sign and took a fork in the path to the "viewing area". What would I be viewing? Presumably a view. 
Clifftop lookout - this sounds promising. 
And it was. Not only was this a lookout, it also leads to the park itself, a wonderful patch of grass overlooking Sydney harbour. 
Having seen what there was to see here, I headed out onto the mean streets of Woolwich for the first time.
The streets of Woolwich aren't too bad to be honest. You've got a castle or two,
plenty of foliage,
and more city views, owing to the hilly streets.

Invited to more park walks, I happily obliged. 
This led to a lovely little spot overlooking some boat parking, which Google Maps tells me is named Woolwich Lookout
Woolwich lookout is next to the suburb's small commercial centre (also known as a couple of restaurants and a pub).
I was also introduced to something called The Goat Paddock.
The Goat Paddock is just another park. 
This turned out to be a pleasant place to enjoy some grass, water and city views, but I'd already done that a few minutes ago, so I kept moving. 
Bonus galahs.
Back to the street.
Here I discovered Woolwich's suburban charm, with plenty of old houses on well-wooded streets. 
I also found out that the Pringles Guy has been diversifying.
Moving on meant more of the same (minus the Pringles Guy),
with the occasional city skyline,
bushy streets,
and more decorative houses. 
Soon, I arrived at my Woolwich port of call. 
Where I was able to enjoy a government-subsidised harbour cruise home. 
Woolwich: Forgettable, but in a good way.

1 comment:

  1. Excellent blog, both the general concept and each individual entry. Thanks!
    But for Woolwich, you missed out the story behind Kelly's Bush, which makes it so special. An absolutely major moment in conservation for Sydney. See here:
    Also the Woolwich Dock, which you picture, is historically interesting:
    And you missed the very lovely Woolwich baths!