We could ride our bikes up and down the wharf and we’d go fishing under the wharf after school sometimes, which we’d access down a ladder.
Vessels on the wharf weren’t very health conscious then and their kitchens would throw all refuse into the water, so we’d watch it drift passed whilst we had
a line cast in.
Directly opposite Fremantle Boys School was Dalgety Woolstores. During lunch a few of us would climb up on the bales there to eat and then have a cigarette. There we were, smoking on top of millions of dollars of wool! There were people working in the Woolstores all of the time but they never worried about us; no one ever told us to leave and security wasn’t very tight in those days.