Weekend escapades at Moreton Bay
Saint Helena, an island across the bay from Wynnum, had been a self-sufficient penal settlement that had been closed down. Boat trips were organised from time to time and my parents took me there at least once. Memories of the stone causeway, a small tram type trolley on tracks, and the Superintendent’s building, which housed bottles of fingers and other objects in methylated spirits, remain in my mind.
