It was during the Great Depression, so the story goes. He couldn't afford the price of a train ticket from his home in Albert Park to his place of work, the Williamstown Shipyard, across the mouth of the Yarra River. Rather than walk around the long way, he left his clobber on the sea wall, swam across the bay and the river, to the Dockyard, where he changed into his work clothes.And at the end of the day he swam back again. So the story goes.
And now the nameless swimmer is immortalized forever on the Albert Park sea wall.A fine example of the little Aussie battler,overcoming the odds with a feat of great derring-do.