Wentworth Park Viaduct

My last bridge is a viaduct but a viaduct is a bridge, I checked!

This one is also not far from the CBD of Sydney. It is a pretty standard kind of a structure, not overly pretty but I have a fondness for the workmanship displayed in the bricklaying and the symmetry of the arches has a kind of low-key beauty.

The real reason it is in this series though, is because of it's nostalgic value. In the early nineties I spent six months working just near here. I worked for the faculty I studied at, preparing the materials for laboratory classes at Sydney Institute of Technology. I think I was really employed so that the budget would be spent because there wasn't much work to do and I spent most of my time reading or chatting. Sometimes I would go up to the roof and watch the traffic or visit with the people from Vet Nursing, who had a pet greyhound. Imagine that, a retired greyhound living eight floors up with the mice and the rats and the cane toads.

Once or twice my boss (the marvellously named Maolcholm) asked me to walk to a butchery just near this park and pick up bits for dissection. Kidneys? hearts? I don't remember.

It was a great time in my life. I was starting to feel that I had some wings, I met friends who are still with me today, I enjoyed my job and my study. I still regard that part of the city as "mine".