Lavender Bay and Wendy’s Secret Garden

Cousin C, whose nickname is Smiley, rang me out of the blue the other week. I don’t often hear from him.

“How are you?” his warm voice with its unmistakably Aussie accent was mellow on the phone.

“All the better for hearing from you,” I said enthusiastically.

“Gee, that’s nice!” he replied.

“Yep,” I said, “I read it in a book.”
In Wendy's secret garden lavender bayMeandering paths in Wendy's secret gardenWendy's secret garden lavender bayWendy's secret garden lavender bayFormer boat slipway at Lavender BaySydney harbour from lavender bay

It is not only Smiley’s voice which has mellowed over the years.

He is getting a bit soft in his senior years. He was ringing to organise a family get-together, and wanted to go back and check out Lavender Bay, the place where he, his brothers, and my brother spent their childhood. I was a part of it also, although given I was only six months when we moved, it’s fair to say I don’t have a strong first hand memory.

But this place comes with a unique history, and it was my  mother who first drew it to my attention. I had been doing family history, and had discovered her grandmother had been a Whitley. So when Mum was on about Whiteleys living in our former home at Lavender Bay I dismissed what she had to say as dementia talking. I was wrong. The home had indeed come into the ownership of the Australian artist Brett Whiteley and his family, and in the forty or fifty years they have owned it, it has been transformed from a run down, albeit waterfront home, into something very chic and trendy.

Brett Whiteley died tragically in 1992. Less than ten years later, his daughter also died, aged only thirty-five. Wendy Whiteley, wife and mother, sought solace in creating a garden from derelict railway waste land in front of the house, next to Clark Park. It is called Wendy’s Secret Garden. The garden is a credit to her passion and artistry, and is open to the enjoyment of any who chance there. It includes sculptures, seating, nature paths, plantings selected for height, colour and texture, as well as the fabulous Sydney signature, Moreton Bay fig trees.

My photos of the garden do not do it credit. I had forgotten my camera and was happy snapping on the iPad. Grand-daughter TR had been playing with it the week before, so of course any of the settings I was familiar with had miraculously disappeared, and I didn’t know how to keep the sun out of dazzling the lens. By chance, we stumbled across a professional photographer in the grounds, so there is more to be heard about this garden in the coming months.

Our nostalgia day included a further walk around Lavender Bay, with the guys checking out another park, Watt Park, which contains a sandstone rock face with a natural pool, which in the day, was their favourite tadpoling spot. This park also contains some massive old trees, and in the base of one, we found a possum curled up in the roots. Very unusual. It was definitely breathing, but we were most perplexed to find it at ground level. We left it alone, and can only hope that it was okay.

Natural rock pool in sandstone rock face watt park lavender bayTree in watt park lavender bay

Sydney turned on a spectacular day for us, even though we were only a few days off the shortest day of the year, and it is winter here. As you can see from the photos, it wasn’t a bad place to grow up, even if they didn’t have a shilling between them. Three generations in the one house, a park at the front, harbour beyond, a boat slip nearby, Luna Park amusement park around the corner, and the harbour bridge just beyond. Of course, the Sydney skyline was much lower then, and all the high-rise around Lavender Bay did not exist, nor did the Opera House. Not that you can see that exactly from the house, but a short walk down to the water’s edge brings it into view.

Do you detect a note of envy in this post? 🙂

Wendy's secret garden

Huge tree in watt park lavender bay
Possum on ground!
Close up of possum on ground curled up in base of tree

11 thoughts on “Lavender Bay and Wendy’s Secret Garden

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  3. It is amazing and she has developed and financed it all off her own back. I met one of her two gardeners earlier this year, and he has been in her employ since the seventies! As for our winter, well it has turned chilly and windy. Gosh! It’s only about 15’c today (60’f). I tried putting on some thermals to practice dressing in layers for when I go to Europe in late autumn – but I had to take them off. Too hot! LOL


  4. Nostalgia eh? I believe there was a spot on the TV not long ago about this garden as I recognised some of the pictures and had heard the story of the ‘recreation’. It was very, very sad about Brett and his daughters’ demise. Keep up the stories! Love JoJo


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