I don't know if it was jet lag or just plain, simple tiredness, but even after 12 hours of sleep both Yvonne and I still felt pretty trashed. But it was 11am and time to get up and moving. We had a bit of breakie and headed into Royston to take a look around. Royston is a cute little town, I'm sure it's hundreds of years old and half the buildings are older then anything in Australia. I certainly got the impression that Royston doesn't get a whole lot of tourists, we got some strange looks when I made Yvonne stand in the middle of the road near the town sign. Later when I spoke to Paul about it, he confirmed that Royston wouldn't really be on the tourist maps. I guess it would be like tourists heading to Parramatta or Fairfield. Oh well, it was my first real English town I was going to take photos :)
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