A man from American Express came for them and took them to Waterloo Station. They were seated in the dining car for the ride to Bournemouth where they took a taxi to their hotel. They went swimming right away and stayed on the crowded beach from four to six. They went down in the lift from which one has a very scary view. The beach is quite long and the cliffs are quite high, steep, and white.
For dinner they had pigeon for meat.
It being Sunday they slept late and after breakfast they walked to Westminster and caught the music and the recessional at the end of the service. They walked around for a while. She keeps mentioning seeing “funny” or “queer” people. ( I interpret this to mean just different or unusual from people watching in Boston or New York)
They had lunch in Scott’s – {a famous restaurant on Coventry Street in the West End.) My mother had a sherry. lobster salad, and strawberries
Scott’s in 1895
After lunch They went to the British Museum and then via what seemed a long and complicated route to Hampton Court. Returned the same way and finally took a bus to the foot of Haymarket where they met the Lewises and the DeLongs. They all walked back to Westminster. Walked through Trafalgar to Lyons Corner House. Along the way she had a serious talk with Mr. Lewis about religion, Met Mr. Thomas. They all had something to eat and then waked up to the Belgravia. It seemed sad to say goodby to them again.
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