Richmond, as always, remains a charming convict-era township, albeit a prime coach tour destination. Fortunately too the Tasman Peninsula has more to offer than the monstrous theme park development which has consumed the historic site at Port Arthur. Port Arthur was once a pleasant, contemplative place to stroll about and ponder man's inhumanity to man. No longer. We gaped at the three-tiered parking lot, the huge visitor centre and the stiff admission charges, then drove off for a quiet picnic lunch swinging our feet from a ramshackle jetty at Carnarvon Bay.

Apart from repeat visits to the Port Arthur ruins over the last 50 years, the Games enjoyed camping holidays at Stewarts Bay and stays in rented 'shacks' like AF 2 DOO in the Doo Town village or Cherry Tree Cottage, Eaglehawk Neck. Trips down memory lane here. A century ago, my grandfather taught in the village school at Taranna, just up the road from the former convict probation station at Koonya.

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