This is a properly designated coastal walk all along the "Eastern Beaches". I have a problem with them being called the Eastern Beaches. In fact, I have at least two problems.
- All the beaches here are on the east. Sydney is on Australia's east coast.
- The ones north of the harbour are referred to as the "Northern beaches". Why aren't these the Southern beaches?
Harumph. I might write to whoever's in charge of Sydney-beach-district-naming to complain. However, I do like the fact that they are (almost) in alphabetical order, with only Tamarama getting in the way of a nice OCD set.
I like badly positioned street furniture, but there's really not much of it in Sydney because pretty much wherever you face it's pretty. Coogee makes up for it by having a bench that's too high to sit on, and tough to climb onto because even if you use the side as a ladder, there's nowhere to rest a foot round front to actually swing round.
Walking first on pavement through a park, then venturing onto cliff-edge rocks, we're treated to a far from spectacular set of views out to the pacific. Everything's grey and a bit crap and I think it's awesome. The is-it-injured-it-looks-unhappy bird briefly dampens the mood more than the rain.
Clovelly next. This was the first seaside place I ever visited in Sydney, I think, back in 2006. Today the weather is much worse than it was back then; the water is very high, and waves are regularly crashing in to the rocks at the front to kick up some impressive spray.
11 years ago you couldn't get an alcoholic drink at a cafe on the cliffside here. You can now, but we don't, instead working our way past the kids playing rugby on the beach and up to "shark point" before the prime real estate rugby pitch and bowling club on the next cliff round. The sun threatens to come out, and in the trees are 4 noisy birds. Yellow tailed black cockatoos, according to Kevin. We watched them for a bit, getting a proper earful from all their squawking and zero (at least on my part) usable photos.
Next, continuing our descent of the alphabet, is Bronte. It's a bit of a walk this one, because there's a giant cemetery in the way and what's more, 13 months ago some terrible storms destabilised the coastal path so we have to divert right through the middle of it.