Day 27
Gorgeous day today, sun out and blue skies everywhere. Decided not to go to Maroubra but instead I decided to go to Double Bay and walk to Rose Bay. So I had breakfast at home and then went into the city and took a ferry from Circular Quay to Double Bay.
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| At the Quay |
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| A harbour ferry |
Unfamiliar with Double Bay I paid attention to a guide book and set out for Rose Bay.
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| Double Bay Yacht Cub |
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| The beach at Double Bay |
Along the route I came across the Council chamber for Woollahra Council, a fine sandstone building called Redleaf.
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| Woollahra Council Chambers |
I walked around the building and over the lawn and came across steps down to a netted semicircular pool area of the bay, surrounded by a jetty and fronted by a beach. There was a delightful cafe restaurant above the pool which made it an ideal place for a day at the beach.
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| Redleaf pool , also known as Murray Rose Pool |
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| The beach through the trees |
Moving on from here I eventually ended up at Rose bay. This is where the sea boat trips leave and return to. Between the wars it was a very busy 'airport' for the seaplane services between Australia and Great Britain.
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| Seaplane |
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| Coming in to land |
Walking along the beach I saw a young boy catch a sting ray on his line then run off frightened calling for his mum. It was only a small one though, and they did put it back in the sea.
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| the beach at Rose bay |
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The mini Sting Ray
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Alfie said I should eat lunch at the Rose Bay yacht club and I thought I could see it the other side of the bay.
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| The yacht club in the distance, or so I thought |
When I got around there, the restaurant was not the yacht club, but one called Catalinas. I walked in with my rucksack on my back and was asked if I had a reservation. I said that I did not but they still found me a table.
At first I did feel a little underdressed when I looked round at the other diners but they were very friendly and I ordered my meal: -
6 Oyster with flying fish roe, chilli flakes and lime, followed by crispy skin Baramundi with white crab ravioli. Accompanied by lemon and garlic mash and a rocket and Parmesan salad. It was washed down with a half bottle of Hunter Valley Semillon.
The bill was a bit of a shock, but I should have known and the meal was something special. Without a doubt, the oysters were the best I've ever had.
When I got back and mentioned it to Alfie he said 'that's not the yacht club! It's only one of the top ten restaurants in Sydney.
That's the kind of mistake I don't mind making.
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| Inside Catalina restaurant |
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| The bayside terrace |
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