Jumping the Red River
In 1963, at the age of thirteen, me and my mates used to cycle to Phillips Park to jump the Red River. It was dangerous because the sides of the river were so slippery. If you did not jump you were called a yellow belly. I jumped it four times, not all at once, but over four days.

My father told me about the White Lady and her dog who were ghosts, who had lived in the area about 1900. But I am not sure whether the story is true or whether my father made it up because he did not want me to go there at night time.

P.S. If anyone can remember the story of the ghost, you can write to the magazine group at :
Have Your Say Magazine,
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Malcolm Rigby