It’s a favourite walk of mine, along the waterfront towards the harbour bridge.
Recesses in the walkway edge are conveniently placed for rods to lodge in while their owners go walkabout.
The late afternoon sun bathes the waterfront, and the fishers make the most of every last moment.
I didn’t see anyone catch a fish, but I saw happy family groups, clusters of mates, and solitary fishers, all relaxing in this bright Easter weekend. The bridge above is abuzz with traffic, but down here below the bridge, it’s another world, a slice of peace scooped out of the city’s rough texture.