Is there a better way to spend an afternoon watching a few fishermen cast a line into Botany Bay waiting to be rescued by a tow truck. Not that I be complaining, for who could complain with a beautiful view overlooking the bay, Million dollar homes and boats to match line the shores. A few yachts with trims of royal blue bopping on the water, the water so calm with barely a ripple. Only a slight backwash from a boat, slowly cruising past up the George's River.
Before we moved out west to the foot of the Blue Mountain, I used to pass this beautiful spot, wishing I could pull off and watch the sun rise. Looking towards the east you see the beautiful bridge, with lights of blue and green reflecting on the dark water, just before the sun comes up. There was barely enough time to wake up before opening the servo, duties call and regular customers waiting to fill up before heading off to work.
After a while (4yrs) you start knowing their names and lots about them, it's a community "The Shire" everyone knows everyone, I'd have my first cup of coffee with a local bricklayer, on his way to work. Russell the prosecutor, would pull up in his crappy 4 wheeldrive, mostly grabbing a morning paper and a coffee, but then he'd pull the bonnet and fill up the oil with his clean white longsleeve shirt on, I'd cringe thinking of washing the darm thing with grease all over it. I did blast him a few times nicely, even filled it up for him a few times. Then there was the nice old man with his yellow dog, who'd be waiting outside the door, while he got the paper and milk. You'd get to know them all.
Many Collared and tied, smelling of aftershave made me think of my dad, so neat and tidy, smelling of old spice with his black hair gelled back with brylcream, dressed in a suit on his way to the office. There he had a saying for the day on his desk. What a disappointment, I wasn't a son like he wanted, the go cart he built while waiting to become a father, never got used, no idea what happened to it. He finally got his wish with two grandsons. He would have enjoyed their teenage years for sure.
And yes the ute is broken, some electonic thingy, I got a ride with the towtruck driver, can't say I liked him much. Just lucky it was'nt peak hour yet and I could pull off to such a nice little fishing spot, now if only there was a fishing rod in the back with a little bait ...
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