A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.

Yesterday I showed Jen and Ez standing in the Signals House on Mount Nelson. Here is the singnals house itself.

Early on in the history of Van Diemen's Land, they didn't have mobile phones, Internets or [gasp] even fax machines. So they made do with flags. Here upon this great big hill, they had a ruddy great pole with flags of all colours to send messages all the way down to Port Arthur, where the horrible and smelly convicts were kept.

I'm not sure as to its veracity, but Henry tells me that this signal here is, "Darling, we're out of bread. Oh, and a carton of milk too while you're at it..."

More views of the city and the river to come shortly.