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Walk around the barrier that says “this path is closed”, walk a few hundred metres down the trail, step out onto the edge of the cliff (being careful not to get too close because the landslide up the trail has made you cautious), and you’re rewarded by this beautiful view.
We are taking another one of our weekend wanders around Sydney, this time in the Gadigal National Park. The path starts just off the Roseville Bridge, but if you want to save a few dollars in parking, wind your way down the residential streets of Killarney Heights and park at the bottom of Downpatrick Road; a path will take you right down to the Flat Rock Beach Track. There is a safety tape across the start of the trail and a sign saying that the trail has been closed, but we decide to chance it anyway, and find the path perfectly traversable.
Somewhere between Killarney Point and Flat Rock Beach, we run into a family of bush turkeys. They are unafraid of us, even spending a good 10 minutes or so leading us along the trail before disappearing down the slope into the bush.
We aren’t quite hungry enough to have lunch when we get to Flat Rock Beach. It’s not much of a beach as Sydney beaches go. There’s none of the miles of fine white sand that Sydneysiders are all spoilt with, but it is quiet and secluded, with only a couple of families picnicking on the rocks. We decide to power on, much to our regret when, an hour later, we are nearing the end of our hike and cannot find a decent place to sit and have lunch. We end up having it on a grassy verge next to one of the suburb’s main roads.
We head back up onto the trail, scramble over a waterfall, and join the Magazine Track, so called because the military used to house some weapons here. The weapons are long gone, but the perimeter around the warehouses are guarded with barbed wire. The path is squeezed into a narrow trail, and the scrub is so thick we can’t even see the buildings.
As we continue down the path, we spot a wallaby frozen on the path ahead of us. It is highly unusual to see a wallaby at that time of the afternoon. This close to civilisation – there are houses on the cliffs just above us – we didn’t expect to see any animals anyway, but first one and then another wallaby bounce away from us as we approach.
The path winds its way across Bates Creek, and eventually takes us to a large sandy crossroads. Continue up the Curry Street Trail and the path will eventually take you to the natural land bridge and you can continue your hike down the other side of Bantry Bay. However, we decide we’ve had enough and turn left onto the Cook Street Trail, which takes us back into the houses of Killarney Heights and eventually back to our car.
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