Cockatoo Island

I love Cockatoo Island. Just off Woolwich, west of the Harbour Bridge, in Sydney Harbour, this island had been resurrected from it's convict, war and industrial days.
It's a higgle-di-piggle-di, mishmash of buildings. There are huge warehouse buildings constructed of iron beams and corrugated iron, including the Turbine Hall, in the Industrial Precinct. There's a Docks Precinct with cranes and a dry dock where ships were built during the wars. On the north western side of the island is a lovely grassed area which is set up with a hundred tents, if you feel like a night on the harbour. All this is on the reclaimed part of the island.
The sandstone bedrock in the center of the island is elevated and has an area where ships were designed and a Convict Precinct constructed of cut sandstone blocks. Two tunnels also go through the centre of the island. So much to see in one day. Lucky we've been here a few times before.
So as well as all these historic buildings to see there is also some really weird art on at the moment thanks to the Biennale of Sydney.
We had perfect winter weather and lots to see. L was fascinated by the huge projection of the waterfall in the Turbine Hall, complete with the roar of the water, but it wasn't quite the same the Fortescue Falls at Karijini NP.
There were a few strange movies, some quite scary.
I was not prepared to ride the ghost train through the dog-leg tunnel, I can't even take balloons popping.
Grandpa enjoyed the room full of exercise equipment attached to pulleys which did all kinds of strange things like blowing bellows, pumping water and making a skeleton dance.
One artist had a room with bessa blocks and she would spin metal hoops until they would clang to the floor. Very weird, but at the Biennale weirder is better, right?