Green Point camping enclave, was tucked against the bank of the river, well out of inclement weather.
Fondly remembered by scores of ‘old East Londoners’ the stories of their adventures are fascinating.
Overheard conversations, “we used to catch kob, mullet, and leeries in great quantities, barbell, shrimp and prawns in abundance”.
The exquisite glass and wood conservatory, was across from the camping grounds, which too, attracted crowds of Sunday and public holiday visitors.
Another famed lasting impression, were the giant Yellowwood trees and the incredible bird life, so prevalent in those days.
By Bev Young