We now have an instalment from one of South Sydney's many Hursts. There's Peakhurst, Penshurst, Hurstville and, of course,

Blakehurst

Blakehurst is perhaps best known for bordering my previous suburb Carss Park. I got in by crossing this road to a remarkably kitschy Chinese restaurant.

But as great as I'm sure their weekend yum cha is, breaking up a day of suburbsing with a one-man dumpling fest is a recipe for disaster, so I headed past it and into the suburb, immediately finding myself on a residential street.

Here I discovered a suburbia as standard as anywhere in Sydney, with that all-too-known mix of old brick houses,

and newly built brick houses.

Angular.

I followed the street along to a quaint park tucked into a particularly bushy bit of suburbia,

complete with almost natural looking play equipment,

one fine picnic table,

and a bushy path back out onto the street.

From here, Blakehurst gets hillier,

and fancier too, with bigger, fenced off houses.

There's actually a remarkable number of styles on show here, from the cube,

to the roofy,

to the cutie-pie,

to the Mediterranean.

In the distance, a not-too-far away water view enticed me, so naturally I headed in its direction.

As tends to be the case, the closer to the water you get, the fancier life gets. For instance, I'm pretty sure Scarface lives here.

I continued on through the lifestyles of the rich and not-famous,

only stopping to marvel at this car parked a solid 3km from the kerb,

while in a bus zone,

as well as a remarkably long church.

We're getting closer now.

Interestingly (well, not that interestingly actually), you can see a couple of the bridges to The Shire from behind some of these houses.

After a moderately enjoyable walk through suburban Blakehurst, I reached the end of the peninsula (did I mention this suburb is a peninsula?) marked by Bald Face Point Reserve.

Unlike many waterside reserves that might offer you things like picnic tables or soft grass, Bald Face Reserve makes you earn your recreation, with stairs to take down through some bushland,

(although you do get some views along the way),

to eventually reach sea level,

and a rocky riverside beach.

This is quite a peaceful spot, with the Georges River's waves hitting shell-covered rocks,

and the occasional jetski zooming past,

but it's not exactly the kind of place you'd whip out a picnic blanket at unless you have a particularly high tolerance for pointy stones in your butt.

As such, I backtracked to street level.

Usually, while suburbing, I plan out routes through a suburb. Sadly, due to the shape of Blakehurst, I now had a substantial bit of backtracking before I was able to head towards my next suburb.