One day, two boys decided to go for a walk. It was a 'fun walk' around Sydney. It was an annual event, called 'The Seven Bridges Walk' and was about 25km long.
It was a lovely sunny morning, so the boys set off from their house with hats, sun cream, sunglasses and water. They felt well prepared for the day ahead.
They decided to take a picture of each of the bridges. The first bridge was called Iron Cove Bridge. The bridge reflects inter-war period art-deco; it was the last steel bridge in NSW to be built using rivets for field connections, prior to the introduction of high strength bolts. Wow, that's good to know!
Look! There are some rowers having a nice time in the sunshine!
The second bridge was called the Gladesville Bridge and it spans the Parramatta River. It was built in 1964 and back in those days it was the longest single span concrete arch bridge ever made.
Oooh.... look at those lovely Jacaranda trees!
It was cloudy now. Much better than walking in the hot sunshine! The boys then crossed the Tarban Creek Bridge - a mini version of the Gladesville Bridge.....
...and then they walked across Fig Tree Bridge. Like the previous two bridges, this bridge was built to link the city with the northwest and the Sydney-Newcastle freeway. How interesting!
The boys walked through Hunters Hill village and Lane Cove village, and through bush and woodland. It was great fun!
Then it started to rain. The rain was pleasant and refreshing! It made a lovely sound as it landed on the trees and everything smelled of spring and the air was clean and leaves glistened and it was very nice. Then it rained more heavily. And then it rained more heavily still. Fortunately for the boys, volunteers in Wollstonecraft village were giving out free ponchos. That was lucky! And they were selling coffee. Thank goodness for coffee! It was now very much 'raining'. Water, from the skies, landing on the ground. A lot. And there was also lightening and thunder. It wasn't quite so 'refreshing' now! It was very, very - very wet. The boys decided it was time to go home as it was just too wet to be out walking.
They thought "wow, it's REALLY heavy, torrential rain!". And then it started to rain harder. And harder. It rained so hard that the roads were flooded and became rivers, and the water came down in sheets and gushed down the roads and they could barely see because of all the water. There was water everywhere. Here's a photograph of one of the boys standing in a wall of water coming from the passing cars.
The boys were now stranded on Hunters Hill. Other people on the 'fun walk' were also trying to get home. But it was a Sunday, and all the buses were full of very wet people trying to get home and there were no taxis. The boys had to call one of their friends, a very nice man who jumped at the chance to have a reason to escape from Sunday dinner with his in-laws, to pick the boys up and take them home. The boys dried off, had bacon and egg sandwiches with HP sauce, and a cup of hot coffee.
Phew, that's better!
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