I’ve had the great fortune to be able to travel to Tasmania (Hobart) in December 2019. Part of that fabulous family holiday included a trip to Port Arthur. To the best of my knowledge, I’ve not been able to place any direct ancestors at Port Phillip during its operation. I’d like to hope that that remains as it is, because having visited there, despite its austere beauty and unexpected stunning gardens, Port Arthur remains a place in Tasmanian history where there has been great sadness and loss by those who have spent time there. It was most definitely one of the most profoundly emotive places I’ve ever been.
Yews to Eucalypts 