Page’s 2.15km flat loop with moderate gradients was our destination this weekend.
The Belconnen suburb of Page is named after Earle Christmas Grafton Page (8 August 1880 – 20 December 1961) who, following the death of Joseph Lyons in 1939, was Prime Minister for twenty days. Nice second name! My immediate thought was that his parents didn’t like “Noël”, but Wikipedia reveals that he wasn’t born on Christmas Day at all. He was, however, born in Grafton.
Page is “to date the second-longest serving federal parliamentarian in Australian history, with 41 years, 361 days in Parliament.” [ibid.] The longest-serving federal parliamentarian is Billy Hughes (51 years) and the third-longest-serving is the dreaded Philip Ruddock (37+ years and counting).
But I digress.
The streets of Page are named after scientists. (Page trained as a doctor, so there’s a match – not always the case.) The ones we walked were named after more or less 19th century scientists – two professors of anatomy, a zoolist/ichthyologist, and a mineralogist. Good on ’em.
Really, there’s nothing much to report. Page was gazetted in the late 60s, so it’s a comparatively mature Canberra suburb, full of lovely big gum trees and casuarina pines. Here’s one of the two remarkable sights of Page, just round the corner from our starting point:
We passed all sorts of domiciles: government, ex-government, modest family, rather run-down, packrats, and units. Two or three houses had been painted blue. There were no egregious boxes.
A whole swathe of retirement villages lined one side of Burkitt Street: Ridgecrest, Villaggio Italiano Sant’ Antonio, and Ginninderra Gardens. I was surprised that there could be a solely Italian retirement village, but of course it turns out to be open to all: “[e]ncouraging admissions from diverse cultural, Spiritual and economic backgrounds, and catering specifically for the needs of those aged persons whose first language is other than English.”
Brian has reminded me that we’ve attended a number of trivia nights at Ginninderra Gardens. Dac’s friend Nich used to compere them. I didn’t recognise the place (a) in the daylight, and (b) from that angle. We always came in from Southern Cross Drive (north of the map).
As we approached the Page Neighbourhood Oval (top left of the map) Dac pointed out a work of art. Here he is, doing his best game show hostess imitation, at the Page flying saucer:
A second picture is necessary, because he was being watched by a cockatoo:
I think, but haven’t been able to find out for sure, that the flying saucer is in fact a covered retarding basin for stormwater.
We didn’t see any dogs to speak to. There was one up ahead of us as we passed the Page oval, but there was also a gradient so we never caught up.
Page shops were very quiet this Sunday morning. I was interested to see there’s still a big Vietnamese restaurant there, the Vietnam Village Inn. Thirty years ago, its excellent reputation made it worth travelling across town for. It still receives favourable mention on the RiotACT. Only the tavern was open.