Syd Reinhardt

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I'm Moving It this September!

This September, I'm walking 63km for the 63 Australians who die from pancreatic cancer each week. 

Pancreatic cancer is now the 3rd biggest cancer killer of Australians, and because early-stage pancreatic cancer rarely causes symptoms, the survival rates are devastating.

If you are diagnosed with pancreatic cancer tomorrow, there is only a 10% chance you'll be alive in 5 years.

But research can change this. Your support will fund life-saving pancreatic cancer research and improve survival rates.

So this September, I'm challenging myself to get up, get moving and walk 63km.

Please make a donation to support my challenge and help fund life-changing pancreatic cancer research. 


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Life is short, eat dessert first

Sunday 12th Sep
Pancreatic Cancer fact:

Survival rates for most forms of cancer have been improving.
By contrast, the five-year survival rates for pancreatic cancer have stayed largely unchanged. Survival remains shockingly low - for the past 40 years it has lingered at less than 5%.

This is the worst survival outcome for any of the 21 most common cancers.

I hesitated before writing this email but there's a valuable thread between what I'm about to tell you and about the value of our fundraising.  It concerns the importance of medical research and the possibility of good outcomes and especially, how they impacted me.

I arrived in Sydney in 1988 with Nicki and 4 of 6 children (the others were to migrate later).  Keen to start our new lives, a few days later I loaded wife, Granny and 4 kids into my brother's Tarago and set off to see a business that I was interested in. 

We did not get far. 

Early Tarago vehicles were diabolically dangerous - both front passengers sat totally exposed, basically above and forward of the front axle. 

It was a miracle that Granny and the 4 children were unharmed by the head-on collision with the Daihatsu truck that veered into our path; Nicki and I were much less fortunate.  We were both grievously injured and I was on life support for days.  Royal North Shore Hospital staff were magnificent; day after day they wheeled Nicki's bed from her 10th floor ward to where I was in intensive care on the first floor so that she could reassure herself that by some miracle, I was still hanging on.

A machine was keeping me alive, I was vaguely aware that it was forcing me to breathe until eventually, I regained consciousness. 

Where was I? My head was in a fog.  That was unsurprising.  A white coated man with stethoscope around his neck had appeared out of the fog and was asking me damn fool questions. 

"What is your name?  How old are you?  Who is the Prime Minister of Australia?"  I'd arrived as a migrant only 5 days before the accident, but Bob Hawke was easy to recall. His next question wasn't as easy: "What's the date?"  I'd been out of it for days and days, how was I to know?  But white coat seemed satisfied that my brain was still functioning and normal, a finding that many of my friends might choose to question.

"You've made history in this hospital" white coat told me "No one thought that you could or would survive!"  (I was too stubborn not to survive).  Indeed, for years afterwards, when doctors saw my X-rays they recognised me because of the structural damage and the fact that North Shore is a teaching hospital, so my case was widely discussed.  Try to imagine how confronting it would be to be instantly recognisable by your X-rays!

White coat (an intensive care doctor, I never learnt his name) said to me "You must be very fit and strong to have survived the trauma, what were you doing to be so fit?"  I explained that I was training for marathon and triathlon, running, cycling, swimming and despite my lack of success in staying upright in a narrow canoe, kayaking.  He listened, then was totally brutal and said "Well, you've survived but you will never run again.  In fact, you probably will never walk unless you are assisted, you will have to get used to being in a wheelchair and walking will be possible only with crutches. Or a Zimmer frame." 

My pelvis was crushed, I'd lost one hip joint (acetabulum) and my legs were smashed, held together by long pins inside the bone.  What a mess.

I was in traction, with pulleys and weights trying to pull me straight again.  (did not work)  I remained in the hospital, in traction for 3 months.  The worst bit?  For a very private person, toilet habits when you are strapped to your bed in the ward are right up there.

And yet here I am now, not just walking but having made an undertaking to you that I'll walk 63km! 

The point I wish to make is that medical science saved Nicki and I despite our both having extensive injuries, it eventually gave me my life back.  Surgery and technology has enabled me to walk, to cycle, to start a business, employ people and to have a fulfilling life.  While I'm not exactly Twinkletoes or pain free, the medical treatment that I've had has kept me alive against the odds and enabled me to do the walk that you've sponsored.

I've no doubt that the contribution that we've all made to Pancreatic Cancer research will in some small way, help others at some future time.  So I thank you, - if you wish to see our collection progress or how far I've walked to date or to donate, click on this link.

And by all means, do share this email!

Here's my latest walk, complete with an aberration:


I remained in the suburb of CastleCrag - I don't know what that spike in the GPS trace on the map might be, that straight line that crosses the water. There's no way that I could've crossed to Northbridge across the bay.  No walking on water this time.


In fact, the way I interpret the GPS data, it suggests that I crossed the bay under water, see the funny downward spike in the data:

Aberrations aside, my undertaking to you is to walk 63km this month.

First Walk =                    12.78
Second Walk =                  9.44
Third Walk =                    6.30
This Walk =                      9.99
Total thus far              38.51km

I still owe you                24.49km

Having resolved to walk fewer bush stairs this time, I strode off onto the roads of neighbouring CastleCrag.  My plan was to stay on more or less level ground.
A delightful suburb, CastleCrag is rather exclusive, extending along the spine of a long narrow peninsula jutting into Middle Harbour. 

Most homes are blessed with a waterview and many have water frontage. 

I might've avoided steps, but not steeps

No steps?  Stay on level?  Yeah right.


It is a peaceful area, with a truly village atmosphere.


CastleCrag was planned by Walter Burley Griffin.
In one of the many children's play areas, I found a bit of fun, a sculpture by someone with a keen sense of humour, an effigy of a mythical Griffin.  The inscription, carved into the front of the plaque reads "Walter, the burly Griffin".

Mr Griffin (not the one pictured above, the other one) is credited with having planned Canberra and Griffith as well as CastleCrag.  One of his legacies is that he liked to leave a pathway, an easement between the rear of houses to enable the children to move around their neighbourhood without having to go onto the street.  Many of these easements form part of the paths I've been walking. 


Griffin's wife Marion was also an architect, and a furniture designer.  My reading suggests that she made a major contribution to Walter's works. 
She also worked for the American architect, Frank Lloyd Wright.  I don't know who designed this striking home on Edinburgh Rd, but does it not make you think of Mr Wright's design elements?


All this architectural and planning thinkings had made me very hungry, so I used one of the many little pathways in the area to find the perfect spot for a break. 
Sitting on the jetty, I contemplated a skinny dip but decided that based on my track record with my questionable luck, I was not going to risk being apprehended either by a shark in the water or an official out of it.


My son James knows his father too well and had made me a splendid Father's day treat (which he and daughter in law Jane delivered in a covid safe manner). 
I had packed a suitably generous slice. Energy food.  Healthy as.  Nom Nom Nom.
(This photograph was included especially for my good friends Garth, Hotzy, Tammie and Simon, none of whom will believe that I don't stop at the bakery in CastleCrag on every walk.  No need, I have my own supplies, thanks to James and Jane.)


Munching happily, I could enjoy the view and reflect on our good fortune living in a wonderful society where anyone may enjoy the peace, the beauty and the public places. 
You just have to make the effort to find them.


Well situated, conveniently close to the city, CastleCrag's original homes and cottages are being modernised, enlarged and extended.


Backpack a bit lighter I ambled further quite happily, enjoying my largely street walks, avoiding steps, appreciating the signs of spring all around.


At one time the RTA (remember them?) were going to build a bridge across middle harbour and this peaceful park is the site on the CastleCrag peninsula where it was to have joined up.
The citizens of the suburb were suitably outraged and in the end, the plan was shelved.


My walk, and my plan to stay on easier ground was doing fine, until I came to this sign, advising "Beverley Blacklock Reserve"


which had one of these


Which led to . . . .You guessed it - seemed like it led to somewhere interesting.  Forgot my plan to avoid steps and took the plunge.


The steps led me down to the water's edge


and the ruins of an old stone jetty.

Contemplating old stone jetties made me very hungry. 
Fortunately, I still had some sandwiches so I was forced to make another food stop and enjoy the peaceful space I'd found.
I'm becoming very good at food stops.  It is an acquired skill that requires practise.
(note to self: do I need a larger backpack?)


Suitably refreshed, I set off again, following the narrow pathway along the edge of the cliff.


with a completely different perspective of the suburb.


Did I mention steps? 
And did I mention 3 total hip joint replacements, 3 spinal surgeries, and a spinal fusion?
To say nothing of the physiotherapy.
There are days when I don't feel much like tap dancing, but what I'm able to do after such extensive, life threatening injuries is testament to the miracles accomplished by modern medical science.

Thank you for your support.  I'm confident that one day, the 10 Australians who are told each day that they have Pancreatic Cancer, will also be told "But we have a very successful treatment for your condition." 
We will have played our small part.

Where to next?  Will I get food stops?  Will James bake another cake?
Did I mention that, to his credit, my brother never asked for the return of what little was left of his Tarago?

04 Every Cloud has one

Thursday 9th Sep
Pancreatic Cancer fact:

Pancreatic cancer is a leading cause of cancer death largely because there are no detection tools to diagnose the disease in its early stages during the time that surgical removal of the tumor would still be possible.    Which is why your support of this initiative is so important.  Thank you.

See how we're doing, or donate, by clicking on this link.
My blog, which you are getting in the form of this email, is also on that page.  Should you wish to re-trace my progress, it is all made easy and there for you in day by day splendid detail.

When first I put my name down to assist with fundraising and I undertook to walk 63km during this month, I thought "Right! easy as, that'll be fun, a long walk or maybe two southerly over the harbour bridge, one or two going North after that and 63 Klix done and dusted!"  Of course, that was before lockdown and the current "5km radius from home or Remain in your own LGA" restrictions.  But thank you Gladys!  By implementing lockdown restrictions and so forcing me to plan, she did me a great service.

I'm blessed that near my home there are a number of bush trails.  10 minutes' walk and I'm off road.  For 30+ years I've walked these same walking trails, with the extent of my creativity being walking in the opposite direction to the way I walked the time before;  3 to 5 times a week.  Ho Hum.  Every cloud has a silver lining.  The 5km radius restriction has opened a new world for me.  I'm well and truly out of the rut and finding and enjoying new experiences.

Between Gladys's restrictions and my undertaking to you, I had to get a bit creative.  Was forced to.   Hello Google Maps, and blow me down! 

I have already introduced you to Fatty Dawson and his local Piggery, to Henry Lawson and his place of solace, to Walter Burley Griffin's rather inefficient Incinerator.  But wait!  There's more.  A bit of planning and I've found new routes and with the routes, some delightful surprises.

Here's my latest walk.  Complete with surprises.
Only 6.3km?  Well there's a reason for that.  Hundreds of reasons.
Stairs.  Lots and lots and lots of stairs. 
And can this old man walk on water?   The map above suggests that I can, that I walked a big loop into the bay, walking on water.
With a backpack and camera?

More about that later.
My undertaking to you is to walk 63km this month.

First Walk =                    12.78
Second Walk =                  9.44
This Walk =                       6.30
Total thus far              28.52km

I still owe you                34.48km

I must've driven the arterial road - Eastern Valley Way - a thousand times, no kidding!  It leads to the city, right past where we regularly shop at our local Woolies. 
I had no idea that abutting onto Eastern Valley Way, is this:

When a local developer put up a townhouse development on what had long, long ago been a Chinese person's Market Garden, in recognition of its past history he created a community garden which is enthusiastically tended by people from the area.
What a surprise! It is large, well tended and growing a host of lovely plants - veggies, flowers, and worm farms abound. 
And, see the roof just visible behind Annette the happy gardener?

The roof is a sheltered picnic area, with a children's playground and not visible in my photo, open air exercise machines. 
All right next to the main arterial road.  And I never knew.


Leaving the community garden and crossing Eastern Valley Way I came to a cul de sac. On the corner leading into it there's this unobtrusive stone plinth declaring "Griffin Federation Track".  Another surprise.
Down the cul de sac, just when you think "Nowhere further to go" there's another plinth, its twin - one has to know what to look for, at the head of a steep, narrow flight of stairs, leading to:


You coulda knocked me over wiv a feather - another well tended community garden.  And another children's playground.
Both childrens' playgrounds were being well used, but not wishing to be seen as a creepy old man, I don't photograph other people's children.

I picked up this trail a little further along, at this sign.  (I haven't yet downloaded the Willoughby Walks App, because my phone is full of podcasts that I listen to along the way.)


The sign led to a path, with stairs.  Lots of them.  Descending the stairs,


I came to an enchanted forest,


with grottos, caves, moss, lichen and birds flitting hither and thither - hard to believe that I was but a few hundred meters from the arterial road.
Inconceivable that houses and gardens are just above me, bordering on where I was walking.


Eventually, reaching a lovely waterfall, I was nearing the end of the path through the enchanted forest


When I emerged, to my delight, the tide was out and I could tippy toe out past the mangroves.
(Tippy toed?  Not so much.  Squelched, really) for several hundred meters

right to the water's edge.  This would normally be under water.  Which is what the map reflects and why my GPS track shows me as having walked on water.
By this time I had worked up a good appetite, so I found a cool spot and polished off my snacks.  Because I knew that having walked down lots of steps,


I would have to walk up lots of steps - with soggy socks.


And I included the photograph above because oftentimes, the path entry/exit leads right past people's homes. 
Were it not for the signs like the post in my earlier photograph, you might not know that there's a public path and a trove of delight at the bottom of the path.
Full marks to Willoughby Council for putting up the signposts and maintaining the bushland paths.

Google is great, shows routes but it does not show steps. 
Strava, the GPS app which I use to trace my walks, gives an idea of what I've done:

So next time, I'll treat myself and find a flatter walk.  Perhaps.

03 Being able to predict the future is not enough, we need early detection

Monday 6th Sep
Pancreatic Cancer fact:

During the day today, 10 Australians will be told "You have Pancreatic cancer."

In 5 years, 9 out of those 10 will have died.

Early detection is vital, but difficult. 

Nicki was a remarkable woman; she was quiet, shy, thoughtful.  With an interesting, kooky quirky side and a great sense of fun.  She was blessed with a remarkable 6th sense, an ability to predict things.  It was an uncanny talent, more so because she was so accurate.

When she told me "Something's the matter with me" I believed her, even though she was outwardly well.  I accompanied her to every single consultation and the answers were always the same.  The specialists we consulted could find no symptoms, nothing wrong. 

After a year of consultation and testing, her Gastro specialist said "You've been so persistent that even though we've found nothing, I'm sending you to a particular specialist"

The specialist he sent us to was a remarkable man.  He put her scan on his lightbox on the wall, the very same scan that so many others had determined to be quite normal, "Nothing wrong!" and after studying it carefully, he quietly drew a red ring on it. 

Pointing to the circle he'd just drawn, he said  "I am very sad to have to tell you that I suspect that you have Pancreatic Cancer" .  He did not sugar coat anything, and gave us the survival statistics.  Bleak does not do it justice.  Early detection is vital and we'd lost a year.  Nicki displayed great fortitude and bravery, which never wavered throughout her illness.  I so often wonder about the year we lost, when her instinct, always so reliable, warned her that something was amiss.  Something that science and medicine failed to find.

Others might not have the same predictive talent.  Which is why what we are doing together, with this fundraising, is so very, very important.  We are funding research into early detection.

Click here to see how we are doing so far.  Thank you to so many who have taken this challenge to heart.

My undertaking to you is to walk  63km this month.

First Walk =                    12.78
Second Walk =                  9.44
Total thus far              22.22km

I still owe you                          40.78km

My second walk followed one of the tributaries of Middle Harbour, starting near the Roseville Bridge and following the Southern side of the water as far as the river crossing.

It is a stunning walk, passing above idyllic calm water with oyster beds and tidal mangroves.

The first few kilometers of path is wide, mostly flat and makes for easy going

The path is well frequented and really enjoyable, frequented by young and old and the bushland is stunning.

The first section is a very popular walk and well graded and well maintained

There are plenty of places to rest, have a breather and enjoy the ambience.  In this photograph you can just see the well graded picnic lawns on the far Northern bank.

Approximately 3.5 km along the path, things become much more demanding.  The path becomes rocky, there are lots of steep climbs.
I continued until I'd walked nearly 5km, taking a break and a rest at the well known stepping stones crossing at the head of the tributary, before turning back to retrace my steps.

Where to next?

02 What have Henry Lawson, Walter Burley Griffin and Fatty Dawson in common?

Monday 6th Sep
Pancreatic Cancer fact:
This week, 63 Australians will die from Pancreatic Cancer. 
This deadly cancer, with the highest mortality rate of all major cancers, will strike down one out of every 66 of us. 

Thank you all for helping me raise funds for research.  I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and support.  Together, we've blown my $5,000 target out of the water and with your help, as of the time I'm writing to you we've collected an astounding $5,982.00 . The link for donations is here

Having undertaken to walk 63km during this month and with yesterday being the first day of the month, I made a good start.

Sydney Harbour Bridge opened on March 19, 1932.  My first day's walk highlighted just how much the bridge's easy access to the Northern side of the harbour transformed the Northern suburbs of Sydney.  A piggery, less than 8km from the centre of the city?  Join me as I walk less than 5km from the bridge and explore with me some of the history through which I passed.


My walk came close to the bridge approaches and I covered 12.97km. 


My route meandered past Willoughby Leisure Centre and an unusual building that was erected by the Council 90 odd years ago, as a rubbish incinerator.  The architect of this unusual structure was Walter Burley Griffin, better known as having planned Canberra and laid out the suburb of CastleCrag.  As an incinerator it had limited success.  Today, the Incinerator has become a popular restaurant and art gallery. 

A walking/cycling trail adjacent to Willoughby Leisure Centre leads below the Incinerator, past a large cave said to be a refuge used for solace by Henry Lawson.  A little further on, the trail links to a bush path that follows Flat Rock Creek.  Just 5km from what would become our iconic Coathanger, Fatty Dawson lived on Flat Rock Creek and operated a piggery there in the 1860's.  He was said to be a hermit, but Go figure! -  maybe a man operating an early piggery was shunned by others as much as he shunned them? 

And what would Mr Dawson think of the hundreds of thousands of cars whizzing past his piggery every day, on their way to the harbour city?

During two depression eras (1890s and 1930s) work was created by implementing stonework lining the creek.  The stonework remains, along with the ruins of Fatty Dawson's farmhouse and 'tis easy to see how the creek gained its name.


A delightful, higgledy piggledy bush walk follows the creek until it emerges under another famous and well known bridge.


The attractive bridge signals the suburb of Northbridge and the path opens out below it to Tunks Park and Sydney's Middle Harbour.


From where another bush trail leads into Northbridge proper and provides tantalising harbour glimpses.


Along the path I met other bushwalkers, including Dave who showed me just how good the images from his I'phone could be.


There's even the odd shipwreck, or two.  And no, thank you, the image above is not a shipwreck.  You will be forgiven for harbouring that thought.

At around 10km I'd 'had enough' but thoughts related to the infectiousness of the Covid Delta strain and sharing an Uber with a random driver spurred me homeward on foot.  The last 3 km seemed somehow longer than the first 3.

Where to next?

01 Ready steady, .......

Monday 6th Sep
Pancreatic Cancer fact:
Pancreatic cancer has the highest mortality rate of all major cancers.

By joining me on this journey, you're contributing to vital research so that one day,  we can win the fight against this awful disease.

My undertaking is to walk 63km during the month of September. That's doable, made a little intense by lockdown.  But if one is walking a reasonable distance, you would think "Pack Light" to be sensible.  You'd be justified in thinking that a man of my advanced years should be able to minimise packing.  After all, I'm only going on a walk.  A 63km walk to be sure, but I'm not doing it in one fell swoop.  So a daypack it is, some energy foods, water and camera.  And I've been traveling - and packing for travel - my whole life.  But some people never learn. 

Maybe it was the upbringing that my Mum drilled into me.  "My son, one never, ever leaves the house without clean underwear!"  What?  Did she mean that unclean underwear was ok, as long as I was at home?   

So, pack some nuts, raisins, a few dates, some prunes - energy food and water, of course.  And a camera.  Which means, no space for a jumper.  But which lens?  Zoom lens, or prime? Wide angle, or telefoto? And wear clean underwear.  Of course.

And just as my Mother's words still ring in my ears, I've afflicted my own children by passing down my foibles.  My son James, after disciplining/admonishing my grandson, rolled his eyes heavenwards and said "Oh my God!!!"   I turned to him in alarm and asked, "What's wrong?"  He groaned and said "I'm beginning to sound like my Dad!"

So, traveling light?  Not so much.  Here's my daypack.  My first walk is this morning.  By the time you read this, I will be working up a sweat.


I'm deeply touched by the level of support from so many wonderful friends to my Pancreatic fund raising effort.  Thank you all.  The donations have kept rolling in and it is encouraging and humbling to see how you've opened your hearts.  As of yesterday afternoon, which is when I last looked, you've contributed an amazing $4,678.00. I'm very close to my target of $5.000.00  Thank you all.

Gladys and her lockdown has rather limited my original planned choices of walkings.   But there's always a silver lining.  I've been out and about on my E-bike, scouting.  It was fun, and an eye opener.  Despite having lived in the same neighbourhood for over 30 years, I've found some truly beautiful neighbourhood walks that I've never found before.  Some secret, some not so secret. Right under my nose.  I'll be sharing them with you as I rack up the K's.

Just so you can enjoy them with me.

Thank you to my Sponsors


Repair & Restoration Services

Good luck with it all mate from all 4 of us here. Don't stop at the French patisserie on the way for you sugar hit will you !!


Lindsay And Jeffrey Reinhardt

A lovely initiative in memory of a very lovely person


Mtis Wealth Management

Such a worthy cause. Good luck Syd. Anna & the MTIS team


Naden & Lyndon Millett

Keep on walking, Syd. You are now walking for two very special people.


Gary Mcmillan

The McMillans are right behind you ,good luck on your walk.


Geoffrey Nash


David Mackie

Good on you Syd


Aron Everett

Just read your recent update Syd and we are both very impressed with this latest achievement of yours considering your past medical history about which we knew nothing. Nicki would be so proud. Jen & Rob


Syd Reinhardt


Mrs Tammie Hotz

The Hotz family will be following your every step of the 63klm, just remember its not a race, pace yourself and you will cross the finishline, and Hotzy said you'll have this knocked over in a little over 3 hours!!!


Simon Agar

Good luck Syd, a cause dear to your heart.


Mark O'connor

Enjoy the walk Syd


Peter Richards

well done Sid, its an honour to donate in the memory of you beautiful Nicki


Emi And Richard Walton

Great cause, we have wonderful memories of you both on our ralleys




Jane Cozens

In loving memory, Charl and Jane xx


Mark And Tara Robertson

Great job Syd! Good luck Mark and Tara.


Andrew Lydon


Stephen Figgis

Syd, A little incentive to get you there and a little more to get you home. All for a good cause and a particular memory of somebody very close. Stephen F


Michael Fisher

Go for your 63, Syd


Daniel Byrne

It sounds like a great cause Syd. I hope you enjoy the walk.


Mike Nicholls

Thats got you over your goal Fuck Cancer!!!!


Adrian Lauretti

A great cause! Enjoy the walk Syd!


David Stuart

Well done Syd you are walking for a good cause and Nicky would be proud.


Wilga Coutts

go syd


Deborah Frank

Good luck!


Ashton Roskill


Aron Everett

Good on you Syd a very worthy cause


Tim Kierath


Steven Pammenter

We miss Granny every day, such an amazing cause. Goodluck we'll know you'll smash it. xxx


Dermot Thompson

All the best for the event Syd! I know you can ace it!


Wilma Van Zeyl

A great cause Syd - Good luck and thinking of you all often.


Rita Lubitz

more power to your legs Syd!!


Trish Holdway

supporting research to overcome the disease that killed your beautiful, vibrant wife and a wonderfully giving and supportive friend.


Stan Stern

Wishing you all the best Syd.


Barrie Young




Jossel Ginsburg

You will walk it easily.


Hurst Family


Alan Saidman

Mate - hope you are walking the 63 kms in one day and not doing 2km per day over the month......Happy to support this for sure


Jessica Martin


Giles Cooper


Jane Reinhardt

In memory of a very special lady. Always in our hearts.


Joshie Pops

Good job Dad. Love you both