G'day Callie,

I fear it was in the 30s (~35) and a world record ... but I don't really want to think hard about it. I loved the atmosphere of Port Arthur, when I stayed at the Youth Hostel in 1966 and did some restoration work.

One rainy September (1987?) my wife and I got a private boat trip (there were no other passengers and the operator was kind enough to sail with just us) to the Isle of the Dead - where the soldiers, administrators and settlers lie beneath tombstones ... and the convicts are just buried. The mist and rain washed away the veil of years and so much stood out that the atmosphere was palpable.

Now the ghosts are just too recent.

Regards,

Bob Bolton