The day began as an ordinary day in dreamy Perth, with nothing particular to do. Having some interest in local history, I planned a trip to the Fremantle Prison. The prisoners of this facility built many of the beautiful history buildings in the town using local rock that they had to quarry as part of their punishment.
Everything started off well enough. Miss Helen and I pose for a quick picture...
Visting booths appear to be typical...
Authentic artifacts increase the romantic mystery surrounding the prison...
No harm in joking about....
The trouble began with this lovely lock... on the way out, I got distracted with it and then obviously had to see what was on the other side of the door...
Inmate intake...
