but would never stoop to admitting it." ~ Doug Larson
and letting her know who is boss here.
Gosh it's been a cold wintery start to our housesit, with lots of very well wrapped up walks around Blackwattle Bay. Thank goodness we packed the gloves and beanies. Lovely though, to be all warm in the frosty air, and walking around this interesting area.
We wandered down to the Blackwattle Cafe for a morning coffee all rugged up and cosy. My goodness the coffee was good and I've never seen such well dressed poochies at a cafe before. So many gorgeous outfits.
Glebe Point was originally home to the Wangal people, many of whom died in the smallpox outbreak of 1789.
In that year 400 acres of land here was granted to the Reverend Richard Johnson, chaplain of the First Fleet. The land was a ‘glebe’ which was intended to produce crops and income sufficient to maintain him and the church activities. It remained undeveloped until 1828, when many noxious industries such as tanneries and abattoirs were forced out of the city. A dominant industrial use in Glebe until the 1970s was timber yards.
I was interested to learn what a 'glebe' was - good old Wikipedia and in case you'd like to know as well... Glebe - is an area of land within an ecclesiastical parish used to support a parish priest.
Find more walks around Glebe at Glebe Walks or pick up a brochure at the Glebe Library on Glebe Point Road.
A lot of loud banging and fireworks exploding mid afternoon, ignited our curiosity. Following the sound, we wandered up the street at the rear of where we are staying, to discover the Sze Yup Temple. Apparently the Sze Yup Temple is one of Sydney's oldest temples, built by Chinese immigrants from the Kwongtung Region Part of it was built in 1898.
We just missed the dragon dancers, but searching for the temple online I discovered a fascinating site with a wealth of information about Glebe - The Glebe Society. Visiting the site led me to a fascinating page - Who Lived in Your Street - if you are interested in learning more visit The Glebe Society.
We met Charlie on our walk around Blackwattle Bay. He seemed to be sitting ever so patiently waiting for his owner, and we thought they'd be on their way around the walkway. But after a few minutes no-one showed up.
Such a gorgeous boy, and so gentle. Luckily his tag was on his collar, so we were able to call for help... and soon his walker came to take him home. I think I'm going to pack a spare lead in my backpack, we meet quite a few doggies on their own, while on our journeys out and about. So good to be able to get them home safe and sound.