Today we headed to Fort Lytton National Park.
I’ve been curious about this place for ages and now I’m disappointed that we missed their once a year “History Alive” event. We’ll definitely go next year.
At first glance it doesn’t look like there is a whole lot to see at Fort Lytton but beyond the bunker
and over the moat
you’ll find the fort that once protected Brisbane from enemy attacks.
There are guns and cannons everywhere you turn,
all nicely tucked into the embankments.
There are also some marvelous displays in several museum buildings.
But to really know what you are looking at and to make the fort come alive, you need to take the guided tour. It’s free as is entry on Sundays between 10am and 4pm. (See Susan, no need to skip Church, just toddle on over after Church. 🙂 )
With a tour guide you get to see, do and learn things which you wouldn’t if you were just wandering around on your own.
The boys got the opportunity to hold artifacts. Feeling the weight in these shells will linger in their minds longer than just seeing them in the display.
They also got the chance to check for enemy ships! None today thankfully.
Each tour guide brings a little of themselves to the tour. Our guide shared many stories from his service time and various tidbits he thought of as we went along.
Did you know that the seven folds in the army hat band represent the six states and one for the territories of Australia? I never knew that.
Of course my computer men managed to find a computer at the Fort. They had to type their name into the program to see their names in morse code. One displayed it in dots and dashes and the other flashed their coded name back to them.
The morse code was of particular interest to my little men as they’ve been listening to Daddy read “The Mysterious Benedict Society” books and the characters use morse code to communicate their secret messages.
Oh and there’s also a Peel Island exhibit housed permanently at Fort Lytton. Peel Island housed a lazaret, which I learned was a quarantine area for contagious diseases, in this case leprosy. Once diagnosed, patients, including children, were forcibly (if necessary) escorted to the island where they remained until they went into remission or died.
I found this exhibit incredibly interesting but terribly sad.
I just loved the old buildings and tunnels at Fort Lytton. There is something special about historic places.
The voices of bygone times whisper to you as you wander through the tunnels and rooms.
Yet another wonderful excursion with Daddy.