Saturday the 28th, the day after we returned from the big road trip, Susan had to work for the afternoon. She drove me down to Fremantle, which is the working port, Prth is actually a few miles upriver. I wandered a bit, watching a wedding party get assembled, studying a 'for hire' portable brick oven, and visited the train station. Then, it began to rain so I sought out an indoor (kind of) activity. Inspired by what sense of the macabre I know not, I took a tour of the Fremantle gaol, which operated from the late 1850's (the convicts had to build it before they could live in it, after all) until 1991. Not much changed in 100 years to be honest. It was all very dark. I did take quite a few pictures, but
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