I don’t have many Freo memories other than going lone spearfishing off north mole as a teenager and spearing a rock cod - which I took home on the train to Mt Lawley. It vaguely stunk (I got some strange looks from commuters), and then I got home and found out you can’t eat them anyway. I felt bad and I think of that rock cod when I see them snorkeling (these days minus the gidgee).

Greetings from Bayswater (the Freo of the eastern line, I'm told).