My relentless march to tick off my remaining 10 Southeast Sydney suburbs continues with a two-for-one special.
Chifley
Chifley is a small residential suburb neighbouring my previous suburb Malabar. That means getting in just involved crossing Anzac Parade.
Once in, I did what I do. That is, walk around and take photos of people's houses.
Residential Chifley feels quite old-school in its suburbia, much like a lot of Western Sydney. Plenty of older, smaller homes on big blocks of land,
interspersed with some larger houses which have been rebuilt in the past couple decades.
The tree-and-fence lined footpaths even boast suburban classics like a discarded ottoman (incidentally, I wonder how the Turks feel that the legacy of their once far-reaching empire is now a chair),
and even a friendly tyre-swing.
Continuing on through suburban Chifley revealed more of the same,
in addition to an unusual shortcut around a street corner. You don't see this in the new suburbs (mostly because the houses are all 1cm from the kerb).
This then led me to Chifley's "new-house district"
such as this pleasingly blue duplex,
as well as something completely new to me while suburbsing - a fishing club. Any amateur fishermen (or women) out there, Chifley's the place to be.
Heading past the fishing club,
I found myself at the local sports fields, with a baseball pitch, playground, and generic large rectangles of grass for other sporting needs.
The fields also have some high quality footpaths,
which I followed past some exercise equipment,
and a skatepark where the local lads perform their mad stunts.
From here, I was actually at this suburb's border. Crossing the road took me into my next suburb.
Chifley: The kind of suburbia they don't make any more.
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