Tuesday

Tuesday 30th August 1811

Dear Diary,
Such a thunder storm to see us off!
I swear the Heavens are crying and roaring in sorrow at our departure!
We spent much of the morning wrestling with Willow's huge instrument, trying to contain it safely so that it comes to no harm during our peregrination.
When the time came to bid farewell to Old Ma Woofter I was quite emotional. 
I have very much enjoyed my time in Queensland. As we drew away from the Acacia Ridge homestead in Quinella Crane's conveyance, silent tears slid down my cheeks as Willow placed a comforting hand upon my shoulder.

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