White Horses

THE LITTLE BAY

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In sixth class I became friends with Peter Trimnall-Richards, whose family was living in their Bongin Bongin Bay weekender whilst their other house, the Railway Hotel at Hornsbym, was being renovated.

Pete’s dad bought the weekender in 1956. There were no houses on either side of it, just sand dunes, and the surf used to wash up either side in a big swell. He

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