Remarkably Unremarkable: Oxley Park and Colyton

If you read this blog, odds are you're big on obscure residential suburbs in Western Sydney. Here are two.

Oxley Park

Start in St Marys and walk east, and you'll eventually reach Oxley Park. 

This, I would come to discover, is a supremely regular place. 

It has a particularly regular selection of Western Sydney houses, from the small and unconventional,  

to the large and acropolisy, 

to the modern and overfenced, 

to the classic old weatherboard piece. 

The kind of classic Western Sydney suburbia with brick houses with two cars out front, 

and discarded mattress too. 

In fact, it's remarkable just how unremarkable this suburb is. 

I merrily strolled through Oxley Park's residential streets, 

past this notable rectangle of grass, 

and a regular smattering of new town houses, 

and their older neighbours. 

Can you tell I haven't got much to say?

As I neared the suburb's southern border, 

points of interest included this house with a well in the front yard, 

and this rather attractive autumn-coloured tree.

I finally reached this convenience store marking the end of Oxley Park. 

This convenience store is notable for pretending that it's affiliated with the University of California. 

The store sits on the Great Western Highway, the road which also happens to mark the end of this suburb and the start of the next.  

It's also an apparently quite pious road. 

Oxley Park: Much ado about nothing.

Colyton

Crossing the Great Western Highway takes you into Colyton. 

Immediately, there's more to see here than in Oxley Park, with power lines, 

and a bottle shop to start the adventure,

as well as the local tavern. 

But I wasn't here to wet my whistle, I had a suburb to stroll through. This meant walking the ten metres until residential Colyton began,

and, once more, taking photos of random people's Western Sydney homes. 

I continued on, 

looking at more fairly standard suburbia along the way. 

I soon passed the community shops, very quiet on this Sunday afternoon, 

and this bus stop that I found pleasing for reasons unknown. 

After continuing along, 

the suburb got slightly more modern, with the mid twentieth century making way for the late twentieth century.

I eventually found myself at this park (Harwell Place Reserve, for those playing along at home), 

a reasonably large and wooded piece of land with play equipment and grass for the locals to enjoy. 

And, if you walk through the trees, 

you reach more suburbia. This bit of the suburb, however, proved to be a little bit fancier,

with bigger houses and flashier cars. 

This house even has a statue in its front yard. Style. 

I pretty much had one stretch of street left in this suburb, 

which led me to the main road, 

and an M4 on-ramp. 

Unable to run at 110km/h, I decided not to take the M4, but to instead cross a much more pedestrian friendly bridge over the motorway to head into my next suburb. 

Colyton: It's got a little bit of an identity crisis.