Up betimes (but a little late - it got down to -1 Celsius in Maryborough overnight more than amply vindicating the Prop's decision to book into a motel for our last night in Victoria).
Made a somewhat half-hearted attempt to locate the elusive Richmond Street but it has apparently disappeared!
Plan B was to attempt to locate the former business premises of Mrs P's maternal grandfather, Percy Hooker who was a cobbler by trade and also ran a bootstore - or, in the modern vernacular- was a footwear retailer R3.
We searched the main street of Maryborough but found no clue - but did find a few interesting buildings.
100 years later it is perhaps difficult to fully appreciate the importance that was attached to a reliable postal service in the days before telegrams, then faxes, then e-mails.
(i.e., Providores)
Having left Maryborough aat about 11.30 am we arrived in Geelong at about 1.00pm and made for the bathing pavilion at Corio Bay - not to swim but to admire the view and waste a couple of hours before we were due to queue up to board the Spirit of Tasmania 2, for Devonport.
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