While I was visiting, Georgie expressed a wish to go on a ferry ride and as their neighbour had been working at the Hawkesbury River and enjoying the boating there Penny thought a trip to Brooklyn and a ride on the ferry might be a good idea, knowing that this was one of my old 'fishing' grounds. From the age of about 8 I had holidays here at Dad's uncle's weekender, then Mum and Dad bought their own holiday house a bit further along the shore and as Dad was a teacher we spent all the school holidays here. I'm sure we were the only people to eat the local catfish (which were considered the worst thing to catch) but Dad knew how to deal with them, and once they were skinned and pan fried they were the sweetest and most delicious fish with no little bones.
Here we are on the ferry:
approaching the wharf at Dangar Island:
Over at Wobby:
Fondly called Tumbledown by the locals because the sandstone rocks used to 'tumbledown' the hillside. When we first lived here there was no electricity or telephone available and a lot of empty blocks in between cottages. How times have changed!
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