In the 1990s, my grandfather conducted some genealogical research and determined the following:

In or around 1853, a man with my surname set sail for the recently-founded colony of New South Wales. He apparently did so voluntarily (though I have ample evidence to support the theory that others of my ancestors were compelled in that direction). On arrival, he (again, apparently voluntarily) sired thirteen children, some nine or ten of whom survived to themselves reproduce. Thus were spawned pretty much all the Stennings you see around you in Australia today.

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Getting there

This holiday has had a less than auspicious beginning.

Well, in fairness, the very, VERY beginning went entirely to plan. We aimed to leave the house early enough to fit in some duty free shopping prior to boarding, which we are usually obliged to rush through. In this we entirely succeeded. That is, we left the house more or less at the time we had aimed for.

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