You wouldn’t know Blackman was even there unless you had a reason to go there. Much like Tasmania, from what I hear. Down in the dark depths of suburbia — Lane Cove, to be precise — there’s a hidden wonderland of playing fields, a vast purgatory of grass known to cricketers, footballers, locals, and the dog-walking community. Possibly a few Ultimate Freebee-ers, too, it’s hard to say. They’re an elusive bunch, and prefer to stay far away from prying eyes. It can get swampy underfoot after the rain. it’s right on the rivers edge so not a lot of amazing drainage, but with that said the river itself is nice, and whenever you’re here you feel far away from the city, people, or the aforementioned prying eyes. It’s nice. An idyll, almost.