Fellow expat West Australian Lesley recently commented that the Cottesloe beach icon I know as The Bell, she knows as The Pylon. Whichever name you use the current sad state is the same - we can't jump off said Bell/Pylon anymore. When I say "we" I mean "Firegazer" who was told off for jumping off said icon in January much to his horror, and our mirth.
In the spirit of traditional father.in.law/son.in.law ribbing Dad posted over this article from the local paper and it is now prominently pinned to our noticeboard for Firegazer's benefit.
3 comments:
Wow - that was quick! I was the sub-editor on that paper for twenty years until we moved to the US!
I've always called it The Bell too.
I had to click on your photo to read the article, and was intrigued to read that it originated as part of a 'grand design' to contruct a shark-proof pool, which I assume was never completed. Wonder why not?
My teenage years were spent jumping off, climbing up, banging my shins and scraping my knees, on that bell.
Good memories.
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