Sprucing up a communal toilet, I kid you not

Dead chooks and uncollected dunny cans were 'flushed' down Flat Rock Gully, during the Depression [the one that was labelled 'great' by some wag], from areas west known variously in those days as Dog Town, Pension Town and Struggle Town, but later known as Naremburn. Naremburn Falls cascaded 15m into 'the Devil's Hole' to the endless delight of the hordes of local urchins bored out of their brains. But pristine bush can not maintain the rage against human effluent and detritous, and the creek clogged, the falls were throttled, the area degraded into no more than the municipal dump.

Time moves on and, being 15 minutes from the CBD, the area gentrified, the toffs moving in, the strugglers displaced. And there is nothing a toff likes less than an eye-sore that compromises house values. The dump was closed, the Council spending hard-earned rate-payer dollars to renovate the gully into the public open space that it is today, with a thriving eco-system, and hordes of toffettes zipping the cycle-lanes on their Bottecchias and XDS Retros.