Port Arthur
Coming arcoss the grass to catch the boat to see more of Port Arthur, I realised Mark was on his hands and knees taking photographs of green grass. I was worried for a moment that my husband had finally cracked, but to my relife he was only taking a photo.
The local celebrity
A very determined echidna
During our visit to Port Arthur we visited the silent prison. The inmates at this prison were not allowed to speak at any time of day or night. The only time they were permitted to use their voices was during hymns at the Sunday church service.
The prisoners were also only allowed to see the guards of the prison. So the church was divided into cubicles which the prisoners were escorted into one at a time. So that the only people they saw through out the whole process was their guard and the vicar. A church service would take 5 hours. 2 hours to escort all the prisoners into their cubicles. 1 hour service, of which the sermon was the same very well. Telling the prisoners what sinners they were and 2 hours to escort all prisoners back to their cells.
Gaol Chruch
Bill, Sue and Mark demonstrate what it would have been like.
On our way up to Hobart we stopped by the dog line, which was orginally 9 dogs that were kept on floating rafts with a barrell as their kennel and a lamp. They were put in place to scare the escaping prisoners and to stop them from escaping.
The dog line
From the dog line we went to the tesselated pavement. These pavements were made natural by the waves.
Tesselated Pavement
On our arrival to Hobart we went for a night time city walk.
Hobart at night
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