Pretty views, vicious dogs and funny museums
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After my impromptu stop for the photos at Dunalley Bay, I crossed over the little swing bridge crossing the manmade Denison Canal that Dunalley is built around. The Canal was hand-dug between 1901 and 1905 and the bridge allows easy access for boats between two bays. Local legend has it that the ‘toll’ to the gatekeeper is a bottle of beer.
Driving along the road, I saw a sign for a lookout so pulled in and took a couple more photos. This is the pirate’s bay lookout and the view looks all the way down the coast past Pirate’s Bay to the dramatic sea cliffs of the Tasman National Park. There will be a better view of the cliffs later.
Back down at sea level, I pulled in and followed the signs to the Dog Line, watch the turnoff here as it is a tight one and on my way out another car had not quite made the turn and ended up with the nose of their car in the guardrail. I must have been on the beach when they hit because I didn’t hear anything and missed all the commotion, I did have to drive on the other side of the road to get around them. How inconsiderate.
I parked my car in the car park near the Officers Quarters Museum and followed the path to the little building. I went inside where I found another couple looking at the displays. I quickly walked through and had a close look at a couple of the displays, I liked the layers of wallpaper display, and I climbed up into a little recess made to gain access to view inside the ceiling. I was standing there looking inside the ceiling of this old cottage wondering what the heck I was doing. There was a button I pressed that lit different ceiling rafters put there during different times. I wasn’t in the mood for hanging around inside little old buildings with dodgy displays so I found the nearest exit and headed to the dog line.
The path to the dog line was a lovely path to follow; I walked passed fields of green with views to the ocean, looked up into the beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds, trod the wooden and gravel paths until I came to the sculpture of a vicious dog. He was pretty intimidating and I would not have liked to have been an escaping convict trying my luck to get by him with all my limbs still intact.
I’m not going to tell you the story of the dogs here, but if you are interested I did take a photo of the information board at the site for you to read.
From the sculpture the path continues east towards the beach and past the actual site of where the dogs were chained. As I came to the end of the path, I could see the ocean through the reeds on the dunes and it was a pretty sight. The couple who were in the Museum with me had followed me to the Dog Line and were only a few metres behind me when I got to the beach, so I kept walking as I didn’t want them in my photos and I was still only half way to Port Arthur – so let’s keep going.