3 July 2011
“Sugarloaf” is about two miles or half an hour’s sail from our usual mooring in Sailors Bay. Quiet, sheltered and surrounded by Sydney red gums, it is our favourite spot for a quick escape from city life.
It’s become something of a habit, whenever we’re in need of a rejuvenating weekend, to motor round to Sugarloaf Bay on the Friday evening, drop the anchor before a tasty meal and early night and then wake for breakfast on the glassy smooth water beneath the gentle contours of the surrounding hills.
It is good any time of year – from cool, crisp winter mornings with gentle wisps of mist dancing slowly across the bay, to warm summer evenings when the hills glow golden in the evening sun. There are whip birds, kookaburras, cockatoos and all the familiar sounds of Sydney bush. Sometimes a pelican will swim slowly across the bay, sending tiny ripples across the perfectly still water. In summer months Gary the coffee boatman will be doing the rounds, delivering flat whites and the weekend Herald to the handful of moored boats. Sometimes our fellow boaties Helen and David will anchor nearby and row over for dinner, or we’ll head over to them.
Whatever the day holds, it‘s hard to believe that this oasis of tranquillity lies a mere five miles from the CBD. Hard not to cherish a life that lets us be working away in the lively heart of the city one day and relaxing in such serene surrounds the next, all without spending a cent. Those who say they do not like Sydney, that it is suffocating and over-stressed, have never been to Sugarloaf. Thank you world for this precious corner of sanity in our lives.