After getting hopelessly lost and having had to resort to the GPS on my iPhone as I couldn’t afford a Tom Tom on my salary, Melissa and I finally arrived in Morpeth. Cute, quaint, and about as old as you get for a white European town in Australia, the town of Morpeth looked like it was still in the pioneer days of the colonies. I expected to see a paddle steamer coming up the Hunter River at any moment. It was busy as would be expected on a Saturday morning, so I took the first car space I could find. "Coffee?" Melissa was a fellow addict. I pointed to the end of the street, to a tall building with a big sign, Campbell's Store. "I've had good coffee there before. They've converted the old Servants' Quarters to a Coffee Shop. We could kill two birds with one stone there, ask a few questions." Melissa appeared only to have heard the words "good coffee" and was already heading off in the direction of Campbell's Store at a fast walk.
