James Blay Sr didn’t enjoy his trips to Hobart Town of late and he made them infrequently. It had been over a year since his last visit. He didn’t like the development which some called progress. He didn’t like the noise, the smells, or the hustle and bustle of the hundreds of people who were all exploiting the land to make quick money. He’d discussed with his friend, James Triffitt, that when the sale of this current house was finalised, he did not want to develop any more properties. He was tired and wanted to enjoy the company of his wife and the peace and tranquillity of New Norfolk.
progressAs if reliving a nightmare, Blay once again saw Toothless walking down Liverpool Street in Hobart Town. He was on the other side of the road, the side where the flour mill of James Tedder, Blay’s
