Margaret Tedder woke up on 29 April 1833 after sleeping for about two hours. She’d lain in bed all night tossing and turning, imagining her life with her new husband, imagining a home of her own, imagining children. Her sister slept soundly next to her, oblivious to Margaret’s hopes and dreams.
‘Good morning, Mama,’ Margaret beamed at Catherine as she pranced into the kitchen. ‘Good morning, Susan,’ she said to the cook. ‘What a beautiful autumn day. The sun is shining. It is a good omen. Is it not, Susan?’
‘Yes, me dear, ‘tis a good omen for a good marriage.’
Sadie, Catherine, Elizabeth and Sarah fussed over Margaret as she slipped into the new wedding dress her Grandpapa James Blay had ordered for her from Sydney. As her mother tied up the lace at the back, Margaret hoped Susan’s omen
