|Not my photo - lifted from images|
As a young fella, I would look across Studley Park, Kew and see the Abbotsford Convent across the river Yarra. My Father grew up with his brother, sister and parents in the parklands. No, they weren't homeless. My grandfather was a Caretaker and this allowed him to live at the Caretaker's house within the extensive parklands of Studley Park. It had commanding views across the park to the Melbourne CBD which was not more than 4 kms away as the crow flies.
After my father married my mother, they moved into their own home and on the occasional weekend, I would spend time with my grandparents, John and Tillie. We had the biggest backyard to play in. 640 acres of natural bushland, parks and sporting fields to be exact.
|As I walked to the Convent to keep my appointment, I could not help but feel that I was visiting some of the many places of religion in France. Maybe it was the Cloisters.|
|The Cloister at the Abbotsford Convent.|
|I think this is a painting by Australian artist Arthur Boyd of the Convent.|
|The hallways of the Convent are paved with tessellated tiles and you can smell the oak and cedar in the walls and stairways.|
|We've passed the depths of winter and signs of an early spring can be seen with blossom on the trees of the Convent.|
A very tranquil place indeed.