River in Flood

Last night Warragamba Dam, a long provider of most of Sydney’s domestic water, finally reached its capacity. This resulted in its flood gates opening and spilling the excess water. It is fourteen years since this last occurred. This excess water flows into a river which starts with the name Nepean and along the way becomes the Hawkesbury.

I went down this afternoon to the Nepean River to see some of the effects of this spill. The river was much wider than usual and moving along at a steady pace. As if reminding one of the cause of all this, the rain maintained a light drizzle while I was there. Although the water level had dropped a little during the day, sections of the river bank where I walked will most likely be well under water tomorrow.

Nepean River

As I watched from the river bank I was reminded of the first time I visited Warragamba Dam, exactly fifty years ago. During a school holiday in 1962, a friend and I caught an early train from Sydney to Penrith. From there we began walking to the newly built Warragamba Dam, a distance of some twenty kilometres. The largest concrete dam in Australia, it was officially opened in October 1960. Built at a narrow gorge on the Warragamba River, it took twelve years to construct.

A memorable part of my 1962 visit to the dam was walking across the narrow suspension bridge, high above the gorge. The dam’s enormity and significance were fully appreciated from that vantage point.

Nepean River

 

A Vision Splendid

Back in 2005 I purchased a CCTV System. It has successfully allowed me to continue reading, despite my now very limited vision. My failing eyesight is due to a degenerative condition known as Fuchs Dystrophy. Like most resources for a disability, the reading system did not come cheaply.

So when it began playing up last week, I became somewhat anxious for I use it every day. However, a telephone call to Vision Australia soon put me in touch with one of the few technicians in Australia specialising in the repair of low vision equipment. His workshop, would you believe, was located in a neighbouring suburb. He checked my system over and I had it back the next day. Touch wood, it’s going great guns!

The workshop where my machine was sorted out reminded me of my father’s little office /workshop which he had for his specialist, mechanical engineering business. His workshop was situated right in the heart of Sydney and ceased operating around 1970.

The result of all this is a very satisfied customer . . . prompt, friendly (not forgetting convenient) service and the revival of some fond memories.