It’s a favourite walk of mine, along the waterfront towards the harbour bridge.

The bridge spans the harbour with a quiet dignity.  
It’s also the favourite spot of those who love to fish.They bring their buckets of bait, cast their lines, and settle down in the sun,

 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.