Day 6 – 1770, or Seventeen Seventy, or the Town of 1770.

We got up a lot earlier than I would have ever voluntarily done at home. So after we collected our possessions that had been distributed around Justine’s mum’s place and had breakfast we were on the road just before 9, but not before the next door neighbour brought over a small turtle he just found in the corner of his garden. Justine’s mum is a huge greenie, so was happy to take it down to the local wetlands. At the time the turtle was not showing heaps of life, but we’ve since been assured it is alive and well.

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