Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The art and design of Prince Alfred Park Pool

I felt like I'd like walked into an outdoor art gallery when we visited the refurbished Prince Alfred Park Pool in Surry Hills last Sunday. As the Lord Mayor of Sydney Clover Moore said at the opening in May this year, "It's quite simply an architectural masterpiece."

Designed by architects' Rachel Neeson and her late husband Nicholas Murcutt, son of the famous Glenn, the understated, white-tiled 50-metre pool contrasts with the bright yellow umbrellas that stand like totem poles among the tiered seating on the western side.

On the eastern side the colour scheme is more subdued with light blue and chocolate brown timber decorating the outside of the change rooms.

Circles are a design feature repeated throughout the space; in the signage, the shade structure above the wading pool and around the trees near the deep end.

On Sunday when we visited, the pool was full of swimmers enjoying the 27 degree water and the free entry which lasts until November. Others congregated on the benches outside the change rooms, where the sun traps against the timber wall.

When I pushed off into lane 8, the water had a soft feel like the baby blue colour on the walls.  It was not overly chlorinated and reminded me of swimming in rain water, which a man I spoke to put down to being new.

The light blue theme is continued in the sky-lit change rooms, broken up with tiles that Neeson-Murcutt chose to "gently reflect water and natural light".  On a practical note I also enjoyed a lovely hot shower in a cubicle with space to keep your clothes dry and a hook for your towel.

We ended our visit with a walk around the landscaped areas around the pool where we discovered artist Sonia van de Haar's public art project called Shades of Green which features a collection of chimneys dipped in colour to blend into the sky and surrounding park. The installation is on top of the change rooms and cafe roof planted with Australian natives and meadow grasses. 

Outside the pool we had a very nice coffee and cake (GF chocolate lamington for me and banana bread for Bruce) at the Meadow Cafe where pale blue rugs are provided to patrons in the colder months and the yellow and white striped cups match the colours of the pool.

At the edge of the park near Chalmers Street an interpretive sign told us the story of Prince Alfred, the second son of Queen Victoria and the namesake of the pool and park, and how he was the victim of an assassination attempt when he visited Australia in 1868. To make amends the governors of the colony named a number of places after him including Prince Alfred Park and the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital at nearby Camperdown.

As we walked to the car I told Bruce how I'd swum in the original circa 1958 pool a number of times but my most vivid memories were of the next-door ice skating rink where my friends and I went during the winter school holidays in the late 1970s.

Photo from the City of Sydney website:

For some reason I thought the pool was turned into the ice skating rink in winter time. But apparently my memory was wrong as they were side by side. "I loved ice skating," I said, "but we always had to watch out for some wild boy trying to knock us over as he sped around the rectangular rink, and we were in awe of those people who could do that backward, twirling skating."

As we drove back down Cleveland Street I asked Bruce what he thought of the design of the pool. "Simple, minimalist, blending in with the landscape," he said.

At home I read that Nick Murcutt died in March 2011 of a rare cancer aged 46.  At the pool opening just over a year later, with students from the new Aboriginal school Jarjum in Redfern, his wife Rachel Neeson said the sound of the water splashing was quite moving. "It is an irreconcilable disappointment that Nick never saw the project complete – although he knew exactly how it would be, how it would delight."

She said the yellow umbrellas were designed to dot the landscape like wildflowers and there's a small tribute to Nick in the pool surroundings.

I will return to see the umbrellas open and in full bloom, and to find the tribute honouring the joint architect of this lovely pool.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The magical moods of Maroubra's Mahon Pool

The beauty of ocean pools is that they change each day according to the weather and the patterns of the sea.

Last week huge waves lined up outside Mahon Pool and crashed over the chains.

Sometimes there was so much water the pool disappeared completely from view.

It was mesmerising watching the rise and fall of the sea and the sun shining on the sandstone.
And seeing a face appear in the curves and lines of a rock.

More than most of Sydney's 100 ocean baths, Mahon Pool is at the mercy of the worst waves and weather as it doesn't get protection from the south-westerlies. Built in the early 1930s on the rock platform north of Maroubra Beach, at high tide the pool often merges with the sea. In the 1930s and 40s my mother and her sister swam there often especially when the surf was dangerous at Maroubra Beach..

A month ago I was greeted by a much more tranquil scene than last week's big seas.

It was the day before winter but almost like a summer's day so I was ready for a swim.

Near the steps leading into the pool, I met a man who swims there all year round.  

"You never get sick when you swim here each day," he said. "I am 71 but I never get the flu; you get that on the bus. And today it's the best," he said. "It's 21 in the water."

As I swam along olive green plants fluttered in the water like Reconciliation hands and close to the edge where the waves wash in I spotted a fish.


On the rock platform, the grey-brown boulders looked like crocodiles, hippos, whales and sharks; their half-opened eyes watching me and the other swimmers in the pool. 

It was beautiful in and I started to have that familiar feeling like I wanted to stay forever in this pool.