Call of the siren by Les Everett

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Walking down to Fremantle Oval from my place is something I’ve done hundreds of times – going to South Fremantle games, going to see the Dockers train and sometimes play, going to see the Fremantle Women’s team, going for a kick on the oval, even going to meetings. But as I walked down on Sunday afternoon I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Continue reading