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Leek and Potato soup
2 leeks cleaned and sliced
700 g potatoes peeled and finely chopped
1 onion finely chopped
3 cups chicken stock
380 ml milk
1 dessertspoon crushed garlic
Salt and pepper to taste
1 teaspoon of crushed chilli
Melt the butter in a large pan; add leeks,
potatoes, onion, garlic and chilli. Cook for
around six minutes, then add the stock,
simmer until the potatoes are tender.
Spoon the whole lot through a blender.
Return the mixture to the pan and heat;
adding the milk, salt and pepper. Bring
to boil and serve with crusty sourdough
“ You think they’ll let us? ” he asked.
“Only one way to find out, come on!”
We both stripped down to our cossies and
climbed out on the wooden buffer used
to stop the ferry from crashing into the
wharf. We left our clothes out of reach of
the public because we had our bus fare
in a knotted handkerchief in our pockets.
We were both bare footed as not many of
us had shoes, except for the posh ones.
No sooner had we hit the water than
the biggest boy swam over.
“ What do you two think you’re up to!”
“ We thought we could dive for coins.”
“I take half, right? Then you can have
We dived for about two ferries and I
watched the older boy and saw I could
swim better than him.
“Hey!” I yelled so the other boys could
hear me. “Bet you all the money you have I
can beat you in a race.” The older boy saw
that he couldn’t back down.
“Ok where do you want to race to? ”
“ Under the ferry to the wharf and back.”
We lined up about half way down the ferry
with some of the boys checking to make
sure we touched the wharf.
Ready, set, GO!
I dived down and started to go under
the ferry. It was low tide and I discovered it
was lying about three feet from the bottom
and moving up and down. I started
to worry. The ferry’s hull was covered in
barnacles and I could see I would be torn
open if I accidentally brushed up against it.
I surfaced at the wharf and Garry
yelled to me that I was in front. I took a
deep breath and headed back. I was right
under the keel when I saw the older boy
pulling at his shorts. They had caught in
Diving for coins
off the old Manly
Acouple of weeks ago I helped
deliver a mate’s yacht to Sydney.
We arrived off Manly at 11.30 on a
Saturday morning in beautiful sunshine.
Rowing ashore we could see Manly wharf
was chokka. The old Manly ferry arrived to
drop off about 200 people who streamed
off. Over the years since I lived in Mosman
the place has changed. One of the biggest
changes was caused by a huge storm that
smashed the boardwalk that ran from the
wharf to the tearoom on the other side of
Years ago I had the pleasure of
assisting Kandy Tagg in setting up the
Seaside Memories and Dreams Exhibition
it was a great success. All these memories
came back to me of speedboat rides,
dodgy pontoons and slippery dips that
at low tide ended three metres above the
water. Hundreds of European families
picnicking under the shade of the pines,
the beach packed with bodies on towels.
The main reason Europeans liked it was
the still water because they didn’t like the
surf. If you walked to the other side of the
wharf you came to the shark aquarium
and fun pier.
An early adventure nearly ended in
tragedy. One of the main attractions was
the boys diving for coins that people
threw from the wharf and the stern of
the Manly ferry. The bottom was sandy
because the ferry props had blown away
all vegetation, so it was easy to see the
coins on the bottom.
I arrived with a mate Garry. We were
both very young at the time. We stood and
watched three boys diving and getting the
equivalent of our week’s pocket money
after a small number of dives.
“ Whadya reckon, mate? ” I said pointing
at the boys in the water.
the growth and he
was looking as if he didn’t
have much air. I swam over and started to
pull his shorts. It was then I felt the water
around me moving.
I tapped him and pointed to the string
holding his shorts up. He understood. As
the ferry started to move, his shorts slid
down his legs leaving them stuck to the
ferry. We both headed for the surface.
We just made it, as the turbulence from
the propeller nearly caught us. I think the
older boy was more worried about being
naked in front of all the people who were
watching us. I lost out as his money was in
his shorts on the way to Circular Quay. We
were still laughing when we arrived back
at Garry’s house. His mum had cooked a
wonderful soup. h
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