Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks
The Boulevard du Cange was a broad, quiet street that marked the eastern flank of the city of Amiens.
Girl at the Lion d’Or by Sebastian Faulks
In those days the station in Janvilliers had an arched glass roof over the southbound platform as if in imitation of the big domes at St Lazare.
Boleyn Traitor by Philippa Gregory
In the hammered silver of the mirror, we look like two headless ghosts, our black hoods hiding our faces.
Catherine Meyrick 
I was looking through your blog for the story you posted some time ago of your ancestor who was deported from Britain and then from Australia and finished up in Hobart. The story both amused and informed me. I’ve just been to Tasmania and visited some of the penal colonies there as well as visiting Hobart and I would like to reread it having visited Sarah Island in the Macquarrie Penal colony and also Port Arthur. Your account may be more meaningful having visited some of these places. Thanks.
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You are possibly thinking of my post on Henry Woods. I haven’t written in detail on any of the others but they are mentioned in other posts. Even Henry’s post doesn’t go into a lot of detail about his movements other than life on Mount Wellington. I actually have seven, possibly eight convicts in my tree, five (or 6) men and two women. Four of the men spent time at Port Arthur and one at Maria Island. We only visited Maria Island three years ago. I hadn’t realized just how remote it really was, especially in the days of horse and cart. It would have been such an alien environment for them too. No wonder so many left Tasmania as soon as they got their Freedom. I’ll stop, I’d win gold for Australia if there was a Boring About Family History olympics.
This is the blog about Henry Woods, father and son.
This post, about his wife Elizabeth Robinson, has some a little more about him.
I had a look at your blog last night, your paintings and drawing are beautiful and I think capture the place perfectly.
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