Nowadays when I return to North Sydney, I deliberately travel the district by foot, the way I did as a child. Walking allows me the opportunity to observe that finer detail noticed as an inquisitive child. I've also found that walking unclutters the mind of a lot of excess baggage the years have thrown on board, allowing my memory to function more effectively.
The experience of roaming this environment, which I knew intimately as a child, is similar to looking at a photograph that's been double-exposed. Layered below the scenes confronting me now are the old images from childhood memory.
The people and places from the North
Sydney I knew as a child, now appear in the songs and stories I have written, another way of documenting my childhood memories.
