While Not Working

Fresh off our tour of the Round House, we wandered up to the old Fremantle Gaol on the hill behind our flat.  The prison was initially built by and for convicts, but in 1886 became the State Penitentary and new home for our friends from the Round House. Built out of limestone blocks quarried from the ridge on which it stood, it has the distinction of being the best preserved convict built establishment in the country and enjoys World Heritage status. Convict origins aside, the complex was a prison for much of its life and also served as an internment centre during WWII. Entrance to the prison was and is through a medieval-style gatehouse. We were led around the prison by a very entertaining guide who was absolutely bursting with interesting anecdotes and stories, many of which I suspect sacrificed fact for the purposes of a gripping narrative. Indeed, at one point she confidently informed us that WA still had the death penalty, something which was easily checked and blatantly false...

DB Shaw arrived in Fremantle on October 21st 1892, tasked with overseeing the unloading of his ship for his employers, Messers Simpson & Shaw, New York.  On October 27th he wrote sourly that "My crew are half drunk. Some have cleared out and the others too drunk to work."  Sarcasm crept into his writing as he noted "I have not received any letters or papers from you.  Hope you are so busy in the Store that you could not find time to write."  He signed himself off as "I am, Gentlemen, your obedient servant," and went back to supervising his recalcitrant crew. DB Shaw's letters took pride of place in a cell in Fremantle's Round House Museum, down the end of High Street overlooking Bather's Beach and the breakwater. The Round House occupied the top of a limestone ridge between Bather's Beach and High Street.  Completed in 1831, it is the oldest European building on the West Australian mainland and incorporated eight cells and a jailer'...

Having done my work penance, I was keen to act like a tourist for the few days we had left in Fremantle.  Off we went to the West Australian (WA) Shipwreck Museum. Rusting anchors featured large in the Shipwreck Museum's grounds, each one of them representing a shipwreck. I spent hours at the Shipwreck Museum, staying long after Roger had to take his complaining back home. Ship's bells are apparently very useful in identifying ship wrecks, as they (usually) have the ship's name on them. The museum was full of stories: here's the tales of one plate, a ship wreck, and an engine as told by the museum with a little bit of help from my friend Google. The Plate : Back in the 1600s the Dutch developed trade networks all over the then known world.  Bless their little trader hearts, they weren't the slightest bit interested in empire building in the manner of some of their neighbours (I'm looking at you England, France, Spain, and Portugal).  They figured out how to use ...

 Well, working certainly put a stop to my gallivanting, didn't it?  I spent two days clearing rust from my brain while Roger continued his back improvement program of alternating walks, pottering, and rest.  Outside my window Fremantle turned on perfect weather: brilliant sunshine and a light, cool breeze. The local IGA delivered handsomely in the poducts-specific-to-Western-Australia category. Spearmint milk?!  I tried it.  Not rushing out any time soon to grab the 2L bottle. If Qld had Ginger Ale and South Australia had Sno Drop then Western Australia had Kolé Beer... Tastes unique to Western Australia and likely to stay that way. At least I could rely on a good old fashioned ice cream sundae to be the same regardless of the State I'm in. Food wasn't the only excitement in my mundane back-to-work world.  I got all excited about having a washing machine in the little laundry building out the back of our flat, and nipped out there bright and early in the mo...

We booked the a day trip to Rottnest Island and I hired a bicycle for the purposes of exploration.  Roger didn't have a choice: not yet being up to the demands of pedalling, he was condemned to the hop-on hop-off bus around the island and had decisions to make about whether he could survive the whole day without Steve. We caught the Rottnest Express, a sleek boat jam packed full of tourists and bicycles. Private cars weren't allowed on Rottnest Island and bicycles were the default mode of transport if you wanted to see the whole island and didn't want to be restricted to the limited hours of the hop-on/off bus. There were a lot of bicycles, on every boat, every 30 minutes.  Plus the people like me, who were too late to book a boat bicycle and had to hire directly from the shop on the island. I lined up with a zillion other tourists and got my bicycle, which I quickly discovered was the most uncomfortable bicycle in the world.  Off I went along the waterfront, apologising ...