Blay shivered most of the way from New Norfolk to Hobart Town. He wasn’t particularly cold, but the goose bumps on his flesh and the constant movement of his arms and legs gave the appearance of impending disaster. Robert Bishop ignored him.
Bishop ordered Blay to tie up the wherry securely. ‘You will be here, ready to return to New Norfolk in one hour. That is enough time for your wife to report to Lieutenant Governor Colonel Davey and inform him of her proposed living situations.’
‘Thank you, Mr Bishop, we will be here.’ James Blay nodded respectfully to Robert Bishop, put his hands in his pockets to try to stop them shaking, and made his way to the makeshift accommodation house he knew Sarah to be in.
She had been staring out the window since nine in the morning, so she wouldn’t miss
