What a nasty looking vehicle parked in the street. I want some brake fluid to spoil its paintwork.
I walked down Gold Street which brought me to the lovely Darling Gardens. It almost had everything I require in a park, green grass, deciduous trees, and a rotunda. Alas no pretty flower beds. The shot tower in Alexandra Parade was built in 1882.
I walked along North Terrace and admired some of the houses.
At the corner of Hoddle Street I pressed the walk button just before the lights turned to green for traffic to cross Hoddle Street but the walk did not light. I waited for the next cycle and then understood why. The lights have a 'head off' walk signal, that is the walk comes up for long enough for pedestrians to get onto the roadway before the lights change to green for the traffic. Very sensible and should be more widespread. I crossed Hoddle Street to this automated train level crossing. I remember when a man used to operate these gates manually by turning a wheel something like a ship steering wheel in the signal box.
The street has changed its name to Ramsden Street. On the far side of signal box looking west was a billboard with a raised platform behind it and it was from here that Julian Knight started his fifteen minute shooting spree, killing and wounding people, before moving north towards High Street and Queens Parade.
It was a very pleasant walk along Ramsden Street. Lot of home renovation activity and the houses were generally well maintained. Yes, the ubiquitous mothers and prams abounded. These Tibetan prayer flags had seen better days. I like their decay.
These blue bricks are unusual. At the rear of the house is what looks to be old horse stables converted to housing.
We can see these two domes from our place at night when they are lit up. So what building is it? I could find out myself but I give you the chance to show off your knowledge. Looking east.
There are lots of little groups of local shops for local people in Clifton Hill. They have disappeared from many suburbs.
After walking the length of Ramsden Street, I turned left into Yambla Street. What is now Quarries Park used to be where the brick quarry was. Beyond the park is Merri Creek just before it joins the Yarra River. It is a duty of all Clifton Hill residents to love and cherish Merri Creek.
Left into Wright Street and right in Fenwick Street. Ah, Fenwick Street was where the boyfriend and his sister of the Fijian Indian partner of the ex NT politician owned a house and sold a month or so ago.
Left into Spensley Street. Many years ago we had a friend who was a good bit older than us. She was a good catholic. She smoked and drank to excess on Saturday night and then attended mass on Sunday. She was rewarded with cheap church accommodation for old people in Spensley Street.
Now at the roundabout at Spensley and Berry Street. I wonder if this is the Berry Street where the children's accommodation is? Educate me if you want. Very grand looking pub, but of course everyone is sitting in nearby cafes with plenty of mothers with prams about.
I am now approaching Clifton Hill Station for the journey home. A beggar lass now approached me for money. I said
Many newish apartment buildings line John Street, on the eastern side of the station.
This side of the station is newer and cheaply constructed but it is sympathetic to the old on the other side. Of course it doesn't work, but better than nothing.
Is Clifton Hill a good place for Mutant to live? By my observations, he will be among his own kind and wider society. That can't be a bad thing. In spite of the blight of the road bridges, Clifton Hill is nice. I look forward to his whinges about finding a parking space at the local shops and having a bad knee from an assault by a mother with a large pram.