He had often went down to the area in earlier days and enjoyed the company of fellow joggers. His favourite stint was to jog up the steep, stone steps, at the west side of the park, which lead up to Potts Point and Kings Cross until it tired him out, then relax completely on his back in the soft grass. There were several grand houses and apartments along the way, and an intimate view of the harbour with its row upon row of top class racing yachts, which added to the exciting aura he felt every time he visited the place. The small nautical enclave was home to many craft who were not only contenders, but winners and runners up, in the world renowned Sydney to Hobart yacht race. It was special, and he would sit for hours on a summers day taking in the prestigious surrounds, and pretend he was a tycoon lounging in his own back yard. Whenever he wanted to think or dream away his worries, this was his ultimate little paradise, it had all the ingredients in the correct proportions. There were a number of iconic places in the Sydney environs, all of them memorable and enigmatic in some special way, but for him Rushcutters Bay Park held the trump card.
