My posting about Fort Direction prompted the following response from a friend:
“Well in 1961, and I can’t find any reference to it on Google, the Fort Direction site was lent to the Methodist youth whatever to have an Easter camp and I was there. I can remember the chapel and the kitchens etc and my friend Sue and I wandered far and wide and kept coming across rolled barbwire fences that kept us in rather than let us out. We ventured as far as Roaring Beach which impressed me no end. Christian youth camps in the 50s and early 60s were the hotbed for discussion especially philosophy and I can remember one of the groups that camp, discussing objectivity and subjectivity. Lots of the brightest students went to these camps.
And this is when I first saw Ralph’s Bay as we travelled at dusk in a bus to South Arm and Fort Direction. Over the years I thought this image of the tidal flats, so different from my experience on the north west coast of Tasmania, was something in my imagination. So when I had moved to live in Hobart and was exploring to buy a place, imagine my excitement when I found that very image and it was la de dardle!!!!” (Or, as the map lists it, Lauderdale)