That was still a good hour and a half away, so a ramble along the walking track seemed a suitable way to kill time, and rather pleasant it was, plenty of photo opportunities and enough natural bush on Middle Head to allow the wanderer to meditate on what it might have looked like from Arthur Philip's point of view as he sailed into this Harbour, capable of, to paraphrase his phrase, holding a thousand ships of the line. He apparently landed somewhere in the vicinity, and Watson's Bay almost immediately became the focus of the infant colony's fishing industry, remaining an isolated fishing village until the 1860s.
