Orleigh Park, in my view, is defined by lines. It's a narrow strip of land that runs along the water's edge as the river runs east to the city. The park wears a long and unruly trim of mangroves. Studded at regular intervals along the park are figs that stand like sentinels, watching over calm water. Their long tendril branches run along the park like train tracks.
From the businessmen and uni students who catch the city cat from the stop there, to the mothers with strollers power walking along the paths, to the cyclists who love nothing more than to zip along the edge of the river, to the dog owners who throw their dogs sticks along the length of the park (and hope to Christ they don't jump in the river sludge), to the community theatre group practicing scenes under a fig tree, to the 1st birthday party parade dropping cake crumbs all over the grass, to the trumpet player serenading the water with some solemn piece, to the kids playing cricket where people are having picnics, to the dudes having a kegger on the grass, to the artist drawing the buildings across the river, to the girl reading poetry in the branches of a fig tree- Orleigh Park is loved by everyone.
Do what everyone else does on a Sunday (and any other chance they get). Come down, bring some snacks, a six pack and wile away the afternoon with your neighbours and some strangers. The twilight hours are the best time to go there. read more