Past the northern headland, the track abruptly ended so we took to the streets. We passed a mixture of sturdy brick buildings from the fifties, an occasional art deco dream, and modern houses.
Further on was golf course where many a ball must have careered off the cliffs into the ocean one hundred metres below. During the hike, the lighthouse appeared, then was lost until we came upon it. The building’s white symmetrical form stood out against a pink sky. It was freshly painted, sparkling white except for its dark blue sixty centimetre base.
We headed back admiring the magnificent view of the city from Dover Heights. Walking across a park, the darkening city stretched across the horizon. I’d forgotten how awe inspiring sunsets could be. The pinks were deepening while the lights of the city were illuminating the black buildings.