Multistory: Carss Park

There's a lot of great public spaces in Sydney. This next suburb is one such example in the city's south.

Carss Park

Walk down the road from Kogarah Bay and you just may enter Carss Park. This is what I did on this blue-skied, green-grassed day. 

Rather than continuing along the canal we saw last suburb, 

I figured I'd poke my head into a bit of Carss Park suburbia first. 

This took me past the community centre, 

and to a residential street. 

Here, I found that Carss Park clearly has a bit of wealth, with above average houses on green streets. 

There's this pointy house,

these fancy houses, 

and some more regular neighbours. 

I even saw the prime minister kicking about. 

Also of note is that Carss Park has some serious altitude problems. 

But thankfully my route didn't have to deal with that today. 

Carrying on, past a stubborn neighbour's house, 

and through the generally pleasant suburbia, 

led to Carss Park... Park. 

This is the main attraction of this suburb. 

It features grassy areas, 

a men's shed closed for repair (I thought men's sheds are for old blokes who fix things, so I'm not sure why they need to close),  

and the main bit, a pretty swell waterside reserve. 

The reserve includes a riverside beach with kids swimming, 

an interesting old house,

 (now a museum if you happen to show up on a Sunday afternoon),

and this pleasing sandstone bench with a somewhat obstructed view. 

I carried on past the beach, 

past these pigeons, 

past some child's 65th birthday,

past a cafe, 

and some very light cultural appropriation, 

and a grave. 

Carss Park is named for William Carss, an 1800s chap who owned this land in Sydney's colonial era. That sandstone house from before was his and his family's house, and this is his and his family's grave. Apparently the land and house was sold to the council in the 1920s to become this reserve. There's actually a great little history of the place on the NSW Environment Website.

Behind the graves, I spotted a decorated toilet block, 

and substantial kids playground, 

tucked into some very pleasant low-density bushland. 

Ready to move on, I left Carss Park Park, 

into the Carss Park Park Car Park (bordering some new looking apartments),

and cut across some wet sports fields, 

and some paths you can do mad tricks on, 

to make it out onto the road marking the border of this suburb with my next. 

Carss Park: The Americans would call this suburb Parking Lotts.