Actually, I didn't realise it was the fleas that carried the plague.
That's why you go to a community open day at the Quarantine Station, though isn't it?
You go to learn stuff.
And we did,
learn stuff.
We also had a lovely day exploring and experiencing,
ghost-hunting, and taking pictures.
Image courtesy of Evan
There were stalls,
and an artists' textile exhibition,
as well as kids activites like this animal encounter -
up close with a freshie...
Most of the Q-Station building were open to view, with guides ready to answer all of our questions.
The shower block (a most frightening experience for someone escaping Nazi Europe) where everyone was thoroughly doused in a mixture of hot water and carbolic acid, entering one door and exiting at the other end, to prevent re-contamination...
The giant doors of the luggage autoclave, where I'm told the ghost of a young girl likes to hang around, and hold visitors' hands....
The boiler room
And the hospital
I was having a bit of an experimental day with my photographs as I was using a hybrid of one of my Canon bodies with one of Sonny's old Nikon lenses. Nice results, considering I'm blind and had to rely on manual focus.
Tales of lives gone by, on the rock...
I love the glasshouse.
It has a harbour view.
With history presented in such a beautiful location, the Quarantine Station is one of the hidden gems of Sydney tourism (worth checking out North Head while you are there too).
We had perfect weather, and (aside from the little car issue) the open day was a lovely family day out.
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