A few hundred metres before it loses itself in Merri Creek, the smaller waterway twists back on itself and forms a rock pool with its own small natural beach. The switchback extends up to the bank where a small grassy flat sits directly below a section of rock strata, a mini cliff. I sat on the grassy flat with my back against the rock and watched Alex and her friend swimming in the early spring sunshine along with three or four others. I dozed, cap down against the sun. An hour passed. The sun lowered. It was still hot. More people now, and dogs.
The water tumbled and rushed back through the zig-zag. Mothers and fathers stepped precariously, like toddlers, on the crossing rocks. I woke as if from a dream. A dog tore through the water shaking itself as it burst out, its madly winding tail sending a catherine wheel of water droplets backlit and monochrome against the blinding sun. This scene might never have occurred if not for people looking for a place to go in their within their five kilometre bubble.
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Was that Leon Russell (previous post) on piano? I’m not sure. He was a session player at the time. Wikipedia mentions ‘Lincoln Mayorga’s sparse arrangement’ but does not exactly say who played on the B-side hit.
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