The quarries on Portland are world renown.
They are of a strange type of brutal beauty, the glare from the white stone is blinding in the bright sunshine, the heat reflects mercilessly from the calcified remains that makes up the huge slabs that tumble and totter precariously all around.
Ultimately, their beauty belies the ever present danger that resides within, no more so than for those who toiled in them.
The prison on Portland opened in 1848, it was constructed to hold the convicts that were deliberately brought into the area to work as labour in the quarries and on the new breakwaters that the government were constructing for a safe harbour.
This was extremely dangerous work, both for the prisoners who toiled in the government quarries, and the freemen who worked long side them.
One young man, 34-year-old Frederick Goody was about to discover just how dangerous they were.
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