Fremantle- Bad weather

we saw where their hung the prisoners

Our tour of the old Fremantle Prison

Fremantle Prison

Inside the Prison

About to let the cannon off at 1pm.

t|This was at the round house, a prison first used many years ago

Oliver finding it difficult being trapped

Our 2-nd night was a better sleep, not as much wind but a little rain. We were going to check out more of Fremantle and headed to the ‘Fremantle Prison’. There was different tours you could choose from, like the night tours or tunnel tours however the tunnel tour you had to be 12 years and over. We did the ‘Doing time’, tour that went for 1hour 15mins.  Our guide, Brett, was very informative and did not stop talking and almost re-enacting moments in the Prison. The Fremantle Prison is not a functioning prison today but stopped back in 1991. There was a huge riot there back in 1988, and Brett explained all of this to us. The boys just loved hearing about it all starting with how the prisoners would come in and get processed and then given the green uniform and even moving through to the wash area, the bathroom. The cells was another interesting stop, when we saw how small they really were and it was like a prison out of a movie with it being 3 stories high. We moved on to the church were the prisoners would go and even today is used as people still like to get married in the Fremantle Prison. Very Interesting, and Brett had said jokingly, well why not get married in a prison as marriage is a life sentence. The tour concluded and we decided to head down to the ‘Round House’, and this is where everyday at 1pm they let off the canon. This was to let all the captains know what time of the day it was, so the tradition still stands. It was an extremely loud bang and Oliver and Lily were no where to be seen, actually seen way back with their hands over their ears. We went down the jetty and had lunch in the car watching boats on the water. After this we went to were Dylan wanted to go and that was the ‘The Maritime Shipwreck Museum”, I found this boring but the boys walked around and saw a lot of shipwrecks and old memorabilia. We were going out again tonight for a BBQ at another friends house that actually lived in Hilarys about 30min drive from Fremantle. We headed off to Trevor and Karen May’s house around 5pm and enjoyed a lovely dinner and chatted and chatted, as we hadn’t seen each other in years. Lily enjoyed her time with their daughter Sarah, and was in love with all her toys. It felt great being back in a house and then we had to return to the camper. Mark enjoyed seeing Trevor’s love, being his 1965 Red Mustang and Oliver was in his element as he made himself at home sitting back on the reclined couch watching and flicking through Foxtel. Dylan found a new friend with their grey cat, and it sat and loved Dylan to pat him. We returned to camp and Lily had fallen asleep on the way home, and she was the lucky one as we returned it was blowing and raining madly. We struggled to hold the poles on the annexe as they were going into the ground and the guide ropes were falling off. The boys were scared and for once I didn’t blame them, it was like a cyclone had all of a sudden hit us. The Camper was flapping, shaking and moving and Mark and I said we wouldn’t go to bed until it settled. The boys hid under the blankets as it was also freezing and Lily just silently slept through a horrendous night. We went to bed but didn’t sleep properly again as we were up again around3am, fixing the annexe. We were just OVER IT, and just wanted it to just stop. It continued all night and great we were to pack up in the morning.