Notes

I am writing everything down so that you, Edward, will know every place I have seen and how I presently live. Sydney Cove is grey and scrubby. It looks out into the harbour and across at the hills on the other side. Many of the convicts' huts have been built on rocks. They are so ramshackle, their founations must cling like limpets or a strong wind will send them into the water. At night, our candles and oil lamps attract moths as big a birds andmostrous black beetles. There are also dozens of possums and lare furry bats. My master says that because no one farms or owns this land, all animals are free to roam wherever they might wish.