Louise agreed, and they arrived in Campbelltown after a calm evening. The community was small, but the people had gathered in droves. They lined the roads, waving their handkerchiefs and tossing flowers, reminding her of when she and John had left Windsor on their wedding day. Even the church bells rang as they crossed the town boundary. The carriage traversed the nine-mile journey to the south coast. The winding lanes and beautiful rising hills captured Louise’s attention. “It’s like a tropical island,” she marveled, unable to decide which window of the carriage to look out of. “A hidden gem.
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