A stroll down memory lane: Randwick
Once upon time if you were out for a walk in Standish Woods on a autumn Sunday afternoon there was a pretty good chance you’d hear the slashing of mountainboard wheels through crisp leaves. Not any more though.
Once upon time if you were out for a walk in Standish Woods on a autumn Sunday afternoon there was a pretty good chance you’d hear the slashing of mountainboard wheels through crisp leaves. Not any more though.
It sits beside the crossroads of humanity and technology, and past and future, and watches it all go by.