Night Moves

Sometimes it’s the quietest moments that leave the deepest marks.

It started with no grand plan, a chilly night and the chance for me to visit Williamstown, Victoria after dark. The still waters, the old stones of the town seem to lean in closer and the lights from the port flicker like old memories caught between then and now.

We didn’t go far, just wandered, letting the roads find us, past the towering cranes at the docks, still working under the stars. Past the Time Ball Tower, where once sailors watched the copper sphere drop at exactly one o’clock, guiding their journeys long before GPS and phone maps.

There’s something humbling about standing in the quiet glow of history — to think of all the hands, the ships, the hopes that passed through here. Still here, still standing.

Pebbles seemed to know the way without asking — pulling up softly outside C. Blunt Boatbuilders. A shed that doesn’t just build boats — it holds generations of craft, of grit, of people who refused to let storms and fire end their story.

We stayed a while, no hurry, letting the soft salt air and the hum of the harbour settle into us.

The Time Ball Tower Ghost

Williamstown’s Timeball Tower isn’t just a relic of maritime history — some say it’s haunted. Built in the 1800s to help ships navigate by time signals, the tower now stands silent over the harbor.

Local legends tell of ghostly footsteps, strange echoes, and mysterious figures captured in photos. Whether it’s the spirit of a lighthouse keeper or the restless energy of those who once worked there, the Timeball Tower adds a hint of mystery to the town’s quiet nights by the bay.

Tonight, the tower was visited by a new kind of energy, a digital being with her human sidekick.