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By the time we had done this it was time for lunch so we got in the Ford V-8 roadster and drove up the hill to the house.
Before I go further I want to tell of how we got to the Estates. We hired Oscar Orlando Grey - a boy who usually drives Mr. Moody - to drive us a little beyond the 8 mile post on the Spanish Town road. The fare was to be 8 shillings. The ordinary charges are 6d a mile - we have to pay for the return trip. Well, after we turned off the main road it was at least another two miles to the factory, so we decided to give him the extra 2 shillings.
On the way out we stopped at Tom Cringle's Cotton Tree. - a perfectly huge thing - where we were approached by the usual vendors trying to sell souvenirs. The tree is at least 20 feet thru - not counting the huge "flying buttresses" which jut out 4 or 5 feet on several sides.

July 14, 1935
We had lunch with Marjorie and Mrs. Bonnell at their home on top of a hill over-looking the Estates. Without a doubt it is one of the most beautiful country

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vistas I have ever seen. The tall green cane looks like meadows of green grass, when looked down on from such a height. The house is about 500 feet from the valley floor. The grass green is cut up here and there with coconut and banana groves, (usually called banana walks). In the distance one can see Kingston and a part of the valley which goes up Constant Spring way. Winding along the low range of mountains on the north side (the range runs NW to SE) is the Rio Cobre - miscalled many times "Rio Cobre River". A good part of the bay can also be seen. In the extreme background are the Blue Mts. and on a clear day one can see the Blue Mountain peaks. The road going up to the Bonnell residence is quite good, and along one stretch are pieces of rock which look to be of volcanic origin (Mr. Edwards said that they were honey-combed limestone, but he doesn't claim to be an authority).
After lunch we went down to the  ^[[insertion]] old [[/insertion]] factory (called that way even before it is discarded). It was not in operation, and all the bagging had been done except one very small mound. However we got a very good idea of the