I seldom venture to suburbs south of Sydney. Today I am traveling two hours each way to Cronulla. As I cross the river from my home on Dangar Island I am delighted to see a pod of dolphins. The early start has already been worthwhile.
When I get off the train at Cronulla Station, a surfer carrying his board gets off too. Cronulla is one of four iconic Sydney beaches featured on the National Surfing Reserve Register. Surfers are drawn to the waves here.
I start my walk by going through the railway underpass as if I were going to the ferry and Bundeena. I didn’t take a photo last time. This time I do. Instead of taking the ferry, I’ll turn left along the shore of Gunnamatta Bay towards Bass and Flinders point and then on to the esplanade and beaches.
Sounds of domesticity come from the low rise units on my left. Someone is clearing away their breakfast dishes. The clear waters of Gunnamatta Bay are on my right. A man has climbed a mast at the sailing club. A woman in her bathing suit cleans the windows of a large cruiser. It is a lovely day to be outside.
A large Council sign warns that people who vandalise trees face a huge fine and that each vandalised tree will be replaced with five new ones. Another sign warns swimmers about the presence of blue ringed octopus. The swimmers in the enclosed baths don’t seem concerned.
Rather than walk through the fourteen acres of Gunnamatta Park, I take a chance and walk along the sandy foreshore hoping that the tide doesn’t cut me off. The crystal-clear water is very inviting. The large houses have spectacular views across the bay. There is obviously a lot of money around here.
There are boatsheds and swimming pools and I am reminded of walking along Clontarf Beach on the northern side of Sydney Harbour. The sand ends but fortunately there is a path up to the road. A shirtless workman lies on a roof scraping the fascia board. Expensive cars stand silent in driveways.
I reflect on my preconceived ideas of Cronulla and ‘The Shire’ and the people who live here. I wonder what locals think about the Cronulla Riots, over ten years ago. Is the suburb scarred by what happened then?
I admire the rich red bark of aged angophoras and the gnarled branches of old eucalypts. The entrance to Hungry Point appears to be private property. Instead I take the path down to Darook Park. What a beautiful, peaceful place to sit on a bench and drink in the view. Clear water washes over the rockpools lining the shore.
Returning to the road, a path leads to the Esplanade. Taking a side track towards Hungry Point, a rustle in the bush beside the path startles me. Hopefully it’s not a snake. The track ends at a steep drop down to flat weathered rocks below. There’s a rope to assist with the descent.
I turn back towards Salmon Haul. Young mums swim in the calm water. The clarity of the water continues to amaze me. Looking across to Bundeena, I make out the ferry wharf and the route I took a few weeks ago.
A plaque amongst some Cabbage Palms explains that similar palms grew here in the 1700s. I am surprised to see a sign indicating Hungry Point. I thought the point was way behind me. It turns out to be a pretty ordinary fishing spot. There is no one there.
Bass and Flinders Point
I continue on to the Bass and Flinders monument which commemorates their discovery and naming of Port Hacking in 1796. A passing runner stops for water. The day is heating up.
The walk along The Esplanade meanders past pools and other swimming areas. People are out enjoying the water and sunshine. It must get busy on weekends. Turning a corner, the Town Centre and Cronulla Beach spread out in front of me. It’s the longest and only beach accessible by train in Sydney.
The few unrenovated and unkempt cottages seem out of place alongside designer beach homes. Developers would be keeping an eye on them. A shirtless young man sunbathes, a large Southern Cross tattooed across his side. A symbol of patriotism or a sign of racism?
The Nun’s Pool
The sun beats down and I’m pleased to take a break at The Nun’s Pool for an early lunch and large drink of icy water. While waiting for my zucchini and haloumi fritters, I read how the restaurant is named after a sea pool once used by nuns for discreet bathing.
A pleasant cooling breeze helps against the harsh heat of the sun. It is now over 30 degrees and I make good use of the bubblers placed at regular intervals along the path. The young woman wearing only a turquoise cossie is going be very sore tonight.
Near the beach, I read about the development of surfing in what was once known as the ‘Manly of the southern side of Sydney”. The excited chatter of children greets me. A large school group enters the water for a surf lesson. A diving buoy makes me stop to look for the diver. His flippers are just visible in the glistening water.
The concrete path continues parallel to the shore. If it weren’t so hot, this would be a very pleasant walk. I consider calling it a day, but I want to reach the dunes that I can see in the distance. They were Heritage Listed in 2003. I soon realise that they are much further than anticipated. I’ll have to visit them another day.
The return walk is hot and unpleasant. I come across a Surfing Walk of Fame unveiled in 2015 to celebrate 100 years of surfing in Cronulla.
I am looking for Grind, a much written about coffee shop. Instead I find myself in a mall, much like any other beachside mall. Finally, I relax at Grind. The 60s décor is interesting and the coffee good. But I wonder about the wisdom of always visiting the places that have been written up. Surely newer places also deserve a mention?
I almost get a tattoo
Walking back to the station, I notice a tattoo parlour. The window, unusually is clear and I can see three tattoo artists at work. I stand watching, fascinated. One of the artists sees me staring. He smiles and waves. A pretty young woman with pink and blue hair walks past me. She tells me to “come in” and “don’t be scared”.
We chat and she shows me her most recent tattoo. The skin is still swollen and the area like a coloured scab. When she tells me to “come in whenever you’re ready”, I am so close to just walking in to get the scallop shell on my ankle that I have talked about ever since completing the Camino de Santiago (twice). If I wasn’t so hot and sweaty ……
Cronulla Surprised Me
Happily, the train home is air-conditioned. I am so pleased that I journeyed South today. I’ve had a good day and being honest, Cronulla surprised me. I’m even considering spending a couple of nights there to explore further. After all it is only 2 hours by train from my place.
I recently returned for a very pleasant two night mid-week stay. Much has stayed the same, but the Walk the Walls mural trail is new. Painted by around 40 artists, the colourful artworks brighten up laneways and once dreary walls. You can find the works in Surf Lane and between the mall and the car park.
While I didn’t quite get to the dunes, I saw them from a viewing platform. It would be fun boarding down them some time.
A local also suggested a couple of favourite cafes to complement the places I went to: HAM on Gerald Street, Anna’s Bookshop, and Pilgrims. Of these I only got to Anna’s, a quirky cafe where you can relax with a book and peruse the shelves for your next read.
The beachside suburb of Cronulla is 26km South of the Sydney CBD.
Plan your trip at transportnsw.info
And a map to assist you: (You can download it here)
(NOTE that the time indicated on the map does not allow for any stops. I take an average of 4-5 hours when I explore):
Having spent some of my early years living in Burraneer Bay, you’ve touched some lovely memories. I remember the long beaches and the rock and man made pools in which I learnt to swim…. lovely clean water and undisturbed landscape. Your article has encouraged me to revisit! Thanks
So glad I’ve rekindled some memories. Let me know when you go….
When you want to revisit, come and stay with us, in Kirrawee. We’ll show you some fantastic bushwalking in the Royal NP. Or you could look at Kurnell – now there’s a suburb like no other!
Thanks – I’ll put Kurnell and Kirrawee on the list….
This looks like a great place to visit and spend some time on the beach; thanks for sharing.
Perhaps when you are next in Sydney
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